Alright, people: I am officially freaked out about this Twilight mess. For many, many reasons. Too many to go into here, on a Friday afternoon, when instead of logically laying them out in a thoughtful blog entry I can slobber on about them incoherently to the stranger on my left at happy hour. So, Internets, you get the short versions. And, as always--we welcome your own haikus, limericks, and other versions of Weekend Rhymes in the comments section below. Behold ours, the Twilight edition:
First, a little five-seven-five:
Hey Twilight vampires
What's with all the sex/ non-sex?
Aren't you a touch young?
And, of course, a bit o' the limerick:
There once was a 'tween book about vamps
Whose young lust was way hard to tamp
Yet they didn't quite do it
(They preferred to eschew it)
And thus their approval the Christians did stamp