The Tale of BEDA: A Poem
The Tale of BEDA: A Poem
Herein lies the tale of four girls that we know,
Their differences were there, but they tried not to show.
To call them nerds would be a fair assumption,
Although, to be honest, labels make it difficult to function.
(Besides, it’s true that we’re a nerd-fighting army of sorts;
We’ll kick butt any day, especially if we built a fort.
We’d hide behind our screens, letting the bravest come out
And whip you with quips that’d make you want to shout
“Nerdfighters are better than the best of the best!”
And through the land they’d all know not to put that theory to the test.)
So listen closely, my friends, and perchance you shall hear
A wonderful tale of adventure, of magic, of fear.
And so we’ll begin as all stories should,
With a phrase that’s clichéd, but oh! so, so good.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away,
A lass named Maureen decided to come out and play.
She was known through the kingdom as a heroine of many,
For her compassion was evident, and her aura was Zen-y.
Maureen had a talent that she’d always possessed.
It was a talent so awesome, others envied it with zest.
Miss Maureen, you understand, wrote fantastic things;
And anyone who read her writing would wish they had wings
That would carry them away to the places that MJ created.
She had so much skill, and for that, she was hated.
Hated by a small group of VERY EVIL people (two women, one man)
Who lived deep in the recesses of that very same land.
Every day, when these VERY EVIL people heard tell of MJ,
They turned green from envy, they turned red from rage.
“Why must we be so ignored? Why must she be so F@%ING great?” they’d mutter
(Occasionally tripping over their words; evilness brings a stutter).
Hidden in their cave, they gathered ‘round the TV
And they watched dear MJ, they watched her with glee.
‘Cause they’d plotted and plotted, until one of them thought:
She relies tons of friendship ... hey, can friendship be bought?
And since none of the EVILs could think of any reason why not,
It seemed like the battle would be over before if was fought.
In the dead of the morning, the EVILs snuck out with a smirk of their face(s)
And scattered shiny things all over the place(s).
Their intention was obvious: they hoped to distract
Each of Maureen's followers from a united, compact
Tight-knit group of people who were all kind of fab
And turn MJ into a person who was just kind of drab.
Sadly for them (but happily for us!), they underestimated the power
Of Maureen when she's mad, or afraid her community will turn sour.
Quick as a wink on a twitching man's brow,
MJ hatched a plan that would fix the EVIL problem NOW.
She logged onto to her Twitter and "offhandedly" mused,
"It'd be cool if we all blogged every time we heard the slightest bit of news!"
Within hours - no minutes - no seconds - of her Twitter disposal,
Hundreds of minions had agreed to her blogging proposal.
“Oh-ho! That’ll show ‘em!” Maureen declared with a grin
And listened to some ABBA, and other things made of Win.
Now our story turns in a more specific way -
Remember the girls that were mentioned at the top of the page?
Each submitted an application to this newfangled “BEDA” thing
And as luck would have it, they were grouped together on the glorious Ning.
There was Rena (it’s true that she’s kind of a nerrd)
And Alex (to whose blog posts we have often deferred)
And Catherine (who seems to have strangely disappeared)
And Vita (who, truth be told, is just kind of weird).
They persisted on, blogging day after day
And though it was hard, they dared not to stray.
Through triangular hair days and sign-waving and silence they zoomed
Asking crazythoughts questions about things like yummy Chinese food.
Or sometimes they’d pause to stare at a dog
(Whose cuteness should obviously be rewarded with a hug).
Despite the isolating states, their loyalty stayed in order
(Or, as with Alex, despite the US/Canadian border).
Some people might think that they're just random strangers,
But that idea's so redonkulous, those people should just watch Power Rangers.
At the end of it all, something spectacular occurred.
Something so amazing, it's never been heard.
A proclamation so astounding, so wonderfully odd,
The EVILs all died (or should I say dod?)
“BEDA brought us together!” the girls cried with a cheer
“And although it is true that the end is now here,
True friendship survives, on the internet and off
So here’s to staying in touch (don’t get sick with a cough
That could easily knock one of us off our blocks
For that would be awful; what a terrible shock!)”
The girls, all glowing inside with warm glee,
Reached through their computers – right through the screen!
And with a smile in their hearts, a spectacular thing
Caused their eyes to dazzle and their mouths to sing.
“It’s just like Christmas!” one noted, and another agreed;
“It’s like Christmas and Hanukah and even a trapeze!
That feeling of happiness, that feeling of joy, what’s it called? I forgot.”
“Love!” added another, without a trace of sarcasm that rots.
And so we leave those four girls to their internet-land exploits
Because with love, all is possible, even saving Detroit.
It may be true that this poem has turned a bit sappy,
So I’ll try to end on a note that’s both clever and snappy.
Bloggings for bloggers and bloggers are all,
Bloggers are bloggers whether they're short or tall.
Blogging's an art, as arty as painting
And we're ALL Made of Awesome, so don't you be hating.
;) <3
Herein lies the tale of four girls that we know,
Their differences were there, but they tried not to show.
To call them nerds would be a fair assumption,
Although, to be honest, labels make it difficult to function.
(Besides, it’s true that we’re a nerd-fighting army of sorts;
We’ll kick butt any day, especially if we built a fort.
We’d hide behind our screens, letting the bravest come out
And whip you with quips that’d make you want to shout
“Nerdfighters are better than the best of the best!”
And through the land they’d all know not to put that theory to the test.)
So listen closely, my friends, and perchance you shall hear
A wonderful tale of adventure, of magic, of fear.
And so we’ll begin as all stories should,
With a phrase that’s clichéd, but oh! so, so good.
Once upon a time, in a land far, far away,
A lass named Maureen decided to come out and play.
She was known through the kingdom as a heroine of many,
For her compassion was evident, and her aura was Zen-y.
Maureen had a talent that she’d always possessed.
It was a talent so awesome, others envied it with zest.
Miss Maureen, you understand, wrote fantastic things;
And anyone who read her writing would wish they had wings
That would carry them away to the places that MJ created.
She had so much skill, and for that, she was hated.
Hated by a small group of VERY EVIL people (two women, one man)
Who lived deep in the recesses of that very same land.
Every day, when these VERY EVIL people heard tell of MJ,
They turned green from envy, they turned red from rage.
“Why must we be so ignored? Why must she be so F@%ING great?” they’d mutter
(Occasionally tripping over their words; evilness brings a stutter).
Hidden in their cave, they gathered ‘round the TV
And they watched dear MJ, they watched her with glee.
‘Cause they’d plotted and plotted, until one of them thought:
She relies tons of friendship ... hey, can friendship be bought?
And since none of the EVILs could think of any reason why not,
It seemed like the battle would be over before if was fought.
In the dead of the morning, the EVILs snuck out with a smirk of their face(s)
And scattered shiny things all over the place(s).
Their intention was obvious: they hoped to distract
Each of Maureen's followers from a united, compact
Tight-knit group of people who were all kind of fab
And turn MJ into a person who was just kind of drab.
Sadly for them (but happily for us!), they underestimated the power
Of Maureen when she's mad, or afraid her community will turn sour.
Quick as a wink on a twitching man's brow,
MJ hatched a plan that would fix the EVIL problem NOW.
She logged onto to her Twitter and "offhandedly" mused,
"It'd be cool if we all blogged every time we heard the slightest bit of news!"
Within hours - no minutes - no seconds - of her Twitter disposal,
Hundreds of minions had agreed to her blogging proposal.
“Oh-ho! That’ll show ‘em!” Maureen declared with a grin
And listened to some ABBA, and other things made of Win.
Now our story turns in a more specific way -
Remember the girls that were mentioned at the top of the page?
Each submitted an application to this newfangled “BEDA” thing
And as luck would have it, they were grouped together on the glorious Ning.
There was Rena (it’s true that she’s kind of a nerrd)
And Alex (to whose blog posts we have often deferred)
And Catherine (who seems to have strangely disappeared)
And Vita (who, truth be told, is just kind of weird).
They persisted on, blogging day after day
And though it was hard, they dared not to stray.
Through triangular hair days and sign-waving and silence they zoomed
Asking crazythoughts questions about things like yummy Chinese food.
Or sometimes they’d pause to stare at a dog
(Whose cuteness should obviously be rewarded with a hug).
Despite the isolating states, their loyalty stayed in order
(Or, as with Alex, despite the US/Canadian border).
Some people might think that they're just random strangers,
But that idea's so redonkulous, those people should just watch Power Rangers.
At the end of it all, something spectacular occurred.
Something so amazing, it's never been heard.
A proclamation so astounding, so wonderfully odd,
The EVILs all died (or should I say dod?)
“BEDA brought us together!” the girls cried with a cheer
“And although it is true that the end is now here,
True friendship survives, on the internet and off
So here’s to staying in touch (don’t get sick with a cough
That could easily knock one of us off our blocks
For that would be awful; what a terrible shock!)”
The girls, all glowing inside with warm glee,
Reached through their computers – right through the screen!
And with a smile in their hearts, a spectacular thing
Caused their eyes to dazzle and their mouths to sing.
“It’s just like Christmas!” one noted, and another agreed;
“It’s like Christmas and Hanukah and even a trapeze!
That feeling of happiness, that feeling of joy, what’s it called? I forgot.”
“Love!” added another, without a trace of sarcasm that rots.
And so we leave those four girls to their internet-land exploits
Because with love, all is possible, even saving Detroit.
It may be true that this poem has turned a bit sappy,
So I’ll try to end on a note that’s both clever and snappy.
Bloggings for bloggers and bloggers are all,
Bloggers are bloggers whether they're short or tall.
Blogging's an art, as arty as painting
And we're ALL Made of Awesome, so don't you be hating.
;) <3
Comment
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Comment by Ana on May 6, 2009 at 7:39pm -
That was the awesomest rhyming. EVER.
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Comment by Vita Starr on May 4, 2009 at 4:20pm -
O! rhyming meter: once thou starteth thou never stoppeth.
Baha, thank you!
Also, I would like to tell you that the second name in your username is epically awesome. I don't know if it is your last name or what, but it is Very Cool.
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Comment by Alysha Lundquist on May 2, 2009 at 1:39am -
WOW! THAT IS SO AMAZING IT DESERVES ALL CAPS!
Okay, i'm not crazy and respect my English too much to do the entire comment that way (I just wanted to rhyme way with sway in my head. I hate when the rhyming meter in my head becomes indulged and thinks it can do whatever it wants...)
This poem is why today and probably all week is awesome. :)
I am truly envious of your amazing rhyming skillage.
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Comment by Rena on May 1, 2009 at 10:59pm -
Hmmm, whichever you want. Some people can't even pronounce my name, so I've learned to respond to Angelica, Sasha, BillyBobJoeFred, or YOU.
In case you were wondering, I'm honoring BEDA by not starting BEDAM until tomorrow. (And I is lazy being today.)
*Dancey pants dancey pants*
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Comment by Vita Starr on May 1, 2009 at 6:50pm
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Julia - Thanks! Haha, when I get lazy and can't think of any other rhyming words ... I make them up (well, Zen is a real word, but you get the idea ;] ).
Rena [also, Renata is a really awesome name, and I'll totally call you that if you would prefer, but if you don't care, I'll call you Rena, because ... I don't know. Because I can?] - NO! I did not figure out that Dr Rena was "a nerrd" spelled backwards on my own! You must have either told us, written it in a blog, or posted it on your profile because I probably never would have figured it out on my own ... I'm not THAT smart. ;)
Alex - Eek I know! It's really cool of Maureen to do that. And thank you! :)
All - *dance hullaballoo*
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Comment by Alex on May 1, 2009 at 5:33pm -
I don't know if you noticed, but mj mentioned your blog/poem in her blog!!!! Which is just exciting as a feature, if not more. *dances*
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Comment by Rena on May 1, 2009 at 5:03pm
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PSHAW! That is precisely why I chose the username! (have I told you this? Or are you just clever and found out that a 14 year old non supergenius could NOT be a doctor and cleverly used your cleverness to SPELL BACKWARDS and figure out the sekrit message!
That's my username on the Nerdfighter Ning, hence the reference to nerdism. I enjoy being a ner(r)d!!! =) My real name is Renata, but "Ataner" is just gobbledy gook. You guys can continue calling me Rena, since it's just confusing to change (i.e Alex/Alexandra)
*further dance party*
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Comment by Julia Rios on May 1, 2009 at 3:18pm -
Whoa, this is a poem of epic proportions! I like the cretive rhyming you've done with many and Zen-y.
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Comment by Vita Starr on April 30, 2009 at 9:53pm
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THANK YOU! Haha, I'm kind of a bad poet, but you know ... it rhymes (mostly). Close enough. :D
Did you see, did you see how I spelled your name BACKWARDS? Dr Rena = a nerrd? (I just don't want you to think that I'm backhandedly *can't spell* insulting you ... not that being a nerd is bad [because it's NOT] but I was attempting to make a clever reference to your name ... okay yes. ;) )
YES WE HAVE MOST CERTAINLY CONQUERED THE MONTH. *hats off, dance party dance party!*
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Comment by Rena on April 30, 2009 at 9:37pm
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I'm in a po-em, I'm in a po-em! woo!
Yes that was most definitely made of AWESOME! We must get you featured!!! Yes there are nominations! Go to Joe T's blog and vote your heart out, Alex!! (I've already voted... for you guys and other people...) Yes! Our blogging must continue to give birth to more things MADE OF AWESOME!
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