Every fan down on Tumblr liked the comic a lot…
But the Mongler, who lived just north of the tag, did NOT!
The Mongler hated the comic! All of Ava’s Demon!
Now please don’t ask why, no one quite knows the reason.
It could be her head wasn’t screwed on quite right.
It could be, perhaps, she was just too uptight.
But I think that the most likely reason of all
May have been that her heart was two sizes too small.
Whatever the reason—because who can tell?—
She sat there at her computer, hating Michelle,
Staring in the darkness with a twisted Mongler grin
At the warm blue glow of Tumblr on the screen.
For she knew every fan in the tag there
Was busy now enjoying the art—how dare they! How dare!
“And they’re making fanart!” the Mongler says,
“They don’t even care how problematic it is!”
Then she growled, with her Mongler fingers angrily typing
“There isn’t enough whining and griping!”
For if AD
updated, all the artists and fans
Would continue enjoying the comic, and that would ruin her
And then! Oh, the joy! Oh, the joy!
Joy! Joy! Joy!
That’s the one thing she hated! The JOY!
JOY! JOY! JOY!
Then the fans, young and old, would sit down and they’d read
And they’d read! And they’d read! And they’d READ!
READ! READ! READ!
They’d read the new panels, and then go back again and read!
Which was something the Mongler hated and on which wouldn’t
And THEN they’d do something she liked least of all!
Every fan in the tag, the tall and the small
Would gather together without much fussing
They’d start posting opinions. And the fans would start
They’d talk. And they’d talk! And they’d TALK!
TALK! TALK! TALK!
And the more the Mongler thought of all this peaceful
The more the Mongler thought, “I must stop this, without
Why for practically months I’ve put up with it now
I MUST make everyone hate Michelle! But HOW?”
Then the Mongler got an idea. An awful idea!
THE MONGLER GOT A WONDERFUL, AWFUL IDEA!
“I know just what to do!” the Mongler laughed in her throat.
And she made a few angry and slandering posts.
And she chuckled and clucked, “What a great Mongler
With all of this triggering, I’ll definitely get rid of her!
All I need is someone to agree with me…” the Mongler looked
But, since morons are scarce, there were none to be found.
Did that stop the old Mongler? No! The Mongler simply said,
“If I can’t find an ally, I’ll make one instead!”
So she took some old socks, and some odds and ends,
And she pretended then that she had some real friends.
THEN she made a few more, and then had them all post
(so many sockpuppets—a hundred, at most)