HALF A WEEK AFTER THE TWILIGHT

(Parody of Half A Week After the Winter by Vanessa Carlton)

I don’t get what’s up with Twilight.

Edward Cullen’s loom-and-leer.

All this hype reminds of High School

Musical in Senior Year.

And all the fangirls’ screams of pure agony

Wishing they’d receive that peck.

I don’t think that Bella’s lucky. (Aaah-aaah.)

I think she should hide her neck.

I’m LDS, but I won’t lie.

Meyer’s franchise I don’t buy.

The shirts and posters burn my eyes.

Cuz’ I hate Twi—

I hate twyyyyy--ing to flee. I haven’t fled it.

What girls and boys alike acquire. (Aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah-aaah.)

Though I cannot say I’ve read it,

It’s prob’ly written well, (aaahh) and I respect Miss Meyer—but—

The vampire fetish has to halt. (It has to halt.)

Take it with a grain of salt. (A grain of salt.)

It’s progressed into a cult. (Cuuuult--.)

The Church of Meyer.

Saints of Twilight.

*imitation trumpet solo*

This vampire fetish must abate.

Werewolves, also lose that bite.

A superficial choice o’ mate.

S’why I hate Twi—

I hate Twi—

I’m LDS, but I won’t lie.

Meyer’s franchise I don’t buy.

The shirts and posters burn my eyes.

Cuz’ I hate Twi— (I hate Twi—I hate Twi--)

I hate Twilight. (Shaaalloooow… that is what your love is.)

I hate Twilight. (Beellaaaaa… watch out for your hubby--)

I hate Twilight. (Youuu’re noooot… old enough to have a)

I hate Twilight. (baaabbyyy… uggghhh… *sigh*)