Twilight

(to ELO's "Telephone Line")

On no

Come on, now

No, it’s not alright

I’m done with boring, boring, boring, boring

Tripe

Enough, I say

The scenes on silver screen

Have now impaired my frontal lobes

Lame

Broody children

Faces never change

Won’t you energize, a grin would win

Would win

But you’re unreal

I've a beef

I just can’t conceive

You’ve more sequels in the queue

Please stop

Truly, ooly stop

You’re long lame fangs

For dame

They fight

You flog

My brain

A wolf boy ambles by

(the hair he has, he needs a better doo)

And that other guy

(he lives on blood, he’s kinda pasty lude)

Squandered my time

They should be fined

Releasing new Twilight

Should’ve declined

Spending that time

And watching new Twilight

Oy vey!

In my eyes, agony

I found your dusk, twas to me a bit of snorer, snorer

I should let slide

But your visions spoil my nights

They infect like evil spores

So odd

Silly, really flawed

Need big sharp stake

Or cane

Or light

Big torch

With flame

The cash on ticket spent
(just like my mind, I sadly miss it too)

Makes me discontent

(the doc, he says that maybe I’ll pull through)

Please if inclined

To self be kind

Don’t witness this Twilight

Be more refined

Spend better time

With Potter, not Twilight.