I Want to be in Miseree Club!Name →
Iltzymr'reeReason for joining → It sounded fun.
I'll be singing →
Salad of DoomAudtition→
Myr was nervous. He hadn't ever done anything like this before, not in front of an audience other than his minipets, but he was determined. The club idea sounded like it would be fun, and singing was one of the few things that he could do relatively well without screwing up.
"
You can do this Myr," he muttered to himself before stepping up to audition. His focus turned strictly to the ones he was auditioning for, and he introduced himself. "
]My name is Iltzymr'ree, and I will be singing Salad of Doom."
His posture changed, and he stood up taller, taking a deep breath before beginning the song. He wished that he could have found a charm to echo him with the doom nom nom's of the song, but he hadn't had any luck, so they would have to deal with main lyrics.
]"Beware the Bleu Cheese of humans
and the honey-mustard of gloom
Be careful how you stick your fork into
the Notorious Salad of Doom"He began to sway, waving around a fork in both hands as he danced along to the song.
"An army of croutons comes crunching
while sinister spinach doth creep
invading the heart of your luncheon
and stirring your belly from sleep
Tempting and colorful veggies
seek only to draw you in
and learning your fate, you'll find it's too late
as dressing drips from your chin!
iceberg lettuce
will come to chill your soul
don't say we didn't warn you
as you blindly fill up your bowl!
Oh, HEADS OF LETTUCE WILL ROLL! Ho!
Dress it in flowers and clover,
but it consumes you still!
In leather and lace,
past the bounds of good taste,
this salad is dressed to kill!
The popping of cherry tomatoes
resounds throughout the land!
Innocence lost when the salad was tossed,
but Ginger was feeding the kids!!
Iceberg lettuce
will come to chill your soul
don't say we didn't warn you
as you blithely fill up your bowl, oh,
heads of lettuce will roll!
Oh, Health nuts, seek other nutrition!
Vegans, best run from the room!
Be careful how you stick your fork into
the Notorious Salad of Doom
Woe to the grazers of green things,
whose stomachs will growl all too soon!
We'll lose all we love in the tastiness of
The Notorious Salad of Doom"
He grinned. He had made it through the whole song without messing up at all, and the rest of it was no longer up to him. It would be up to the club members if he made it in, and, even if he didn't, he had done the best he could. "
Thank you."