(Tonight's
horrific abuse homage to a classic work is brought to you by the CBS stations holding off on airing the finale, for sports' reasons, and to avoid the spoiling of others.)
The light was shining on TV,
Shining with all its might:
It did it's very best to make
The
Numb3rs sets all bright --
And this was very odd because,
WTF,
Numb3rs sets
and light?
The fandom's sitting sulkily,
And they really want to shun
Almost all and sundry at CBS
After tonight's show is done --
"It was very rude of them," they said,
"To come and spoil the fun."
The bowl was lit as lit can be,
And wit was wry as wry.
You could not see Super!Colby, because
No Super!Colby was in the sky:
No feds were flying overhead,
There were no Super!Feds to fly.
The Fandom and the Recapper
Were walking close at hand.
They wept like anything to see
Such a cast disband
"If we got one more season,"
They said, "it
would be grand."
"If 7 feds over 7 seasons
Could be kept for one more year,
Do you suppose," the Fandom said,
"Our subliminal message would be clear?"
"I doubt it," said the Recapper,
But still puts one more
7 here.
"O Executives, come and walk with us!"
The Fandom did beseech.
"A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Through the internet's reach:
We cannot ask more than your time
To listen to our speech."
The chief exec looked at them,
But never a word she said:
The chief exec winked her eye,
And shook her heavy head --
Meaning to say she did not choose
To ease the fandom's dread.
But for the fandom, they cried out,
Even
suggested a tasty treatThey
wrote, they
hoped, their spirits up,
They
felt they could not be beat.
And this wasn't very odd because, you know,
They hadn't met with defeat!
For some execs, still followed them,
And they knows what's for;
And saw the protests on the web
But wait, there's more, and more, and more!
And if they pay attention,
Then the Fandom, will adore.
The Fandom and the Recapper
Chatted for another hour or so
And then left messages at
N3.orgConveniently set up just so:
All the Fandom's plans are there,
As well as fears and woe.
"The time has come," the Fandom said,
"To talk of many things:
Of
shoes, and
ships, and
stealing tax,
Of
broccoli cabbages --
and kings --
And why Don is so smoking hot,
And whether
David has wings.
"But wait a bit," the execs cried.
"Before we
have our chat;
For some of us are still writing our protests,
And your letters are rather fat."
"No hurry," said the Recapper,
"For something as important as that."
"A singular plan," the Fandom said,
"Is what we chiefly need:
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern aside,
Are very good indeed --
Now if you're ready, execs dear,
We can begin to plead."
"But not at us!" The execs cried,
Turning a little blue.
"After all those letters, that would be
A dismal thing to do!"
"But the show is fine," the Fandom said,
"
As we do admire the view."
"It was so kind of you to come!
And it is such a lark!"
The Recapper said nothing but
Typed up some more snark.
I wish though, influential blogger's
Views weren't quite so dark.
"It seems a shame," the Fandom said,
"And we think it's a cruel trick.
After cutting the order of eppesodes
And the season ending so quick!"
The Recapper said, "And what about my OTP?
About romance, Don can be thick!"
"I weep for Fedcakes," the Fandom said:
"I deeply sympathize."
We sobs and tears, they listened to,
The
smart, the
brave, the
wise.
And found their favourite eppesodes
On the DVDs they prize.
"O execs," said the Recapper,
"Sure, we've had a pleasant run,
But could we not give it one more go?"
But the answer came there none --
And this was scarcely odd because
They don't know if the show is done.
Recapper's disclaimer: I would never assume to know what others' think in a given situation. This is all meant in good fun!
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