N.F.I.

        The pages of my songbook have been shuffled, have been leafed through,
        And my newest songs are nowhere to be seen.
        I cannot find the filk that I was going to perform for you,
        And in your eye there lurks a curious gleam...
        
                I cry for my lost, broken filksongs,
                I weep for the last dying note,
                But if only you could see what I'm holding
                You would have been more careful what you wrote!
        
        
        You broke into my filkbook as a pirate after plunder
        And stole my songs while I was on the phone.
        What kind of heartless monster would start filking without telling me,
        And yet you say I really should have known?
        
                I cry...
        
        
        Be warned that I am holding here your folder as a hostage
        But to stop this escalation I shall try.
        If you look on the cover of my song-book you will find that I
        Have tippexed one last message — "NO FILK I" !
        
                I cry...

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