Once upon a weekend dreary, at the movies, weak and weary,
From the meaningless action of the film I’d seen before
While I waited, quietly seated, in the dark I sat and tweeted,
As if some one actually needed, needed my opinion for.
`Decent Action,’ I tweeted, `Decent action that I’d seen before -
Only this, and nothing more.’
Ah, distinctly I remembered, at Comic-Con I was a member,
In Hall H I was attendant on “The Raven” panel floor.
Eagerly I wished to see it; – vainly I hoped Cusack freed it
From the current trend of sorrow – sorrow for his lost career -
For his once proud, wonderful, but currently offtracked career -
Mentionless here for evermore.
So the brightening of the silver screen brought hope the movie
Thrilled me – filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
Unfortunately now, to sadness of my heart, it hurts reporting
`’Tis some average outing that feels as if you’ve seen before -
Truly some average outing that feels as if you’ve seen before; -
This it is, and nothing more,’