Inspired by @GreyingMouser 's thread here, and my earlier low-effort contribution here (no real attempt at rhyming), I give you this:
We Don’t Talk About Nomad
(an ode to Liners, @OBNurseNH, her favorite park, lounge, and rock, with apologies to LMM)
Lyrics
We don’t talk about Nomad, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Nomad… but
It was my AK day
It was our AK day
We were getting ready, and it wasn’t a crowd level five
No crowd levels above five
Bloggers chime in, adding frivolous spin-
Twitter!!
“You getting these clicks, or am I?”
I’m sorry, mi vida, go on
Bloggers hype Nomad again
Why did they tell all?
In doing so, Liners complain
Just send folks to Cinderella’s
Would rather it stay arcane
What a grievous day… but anyway
We don’t talk about Nomad, no, no, no!
We don’t talk about Nomad!
Hey! Grew to live in fear of Nomad masses, crowds assembling
Without Tiffins ADRs they’re sort of scrambling and fumbling
Sometimes I wish I could tell them to go pound sand, ch-ch-ch
It’s caused a mighty rift, with bloggers so bumbling
Always left me and all the Liners grumbling
Babbling a Sacred Space they couldn’t understand
Do you understand?
Tree’s why I came
Now, I need a snack
Cocktail with my name
Always brings me back
Here I watch the streams
And rest in sunbeams (hey!)
We don’t talk about Nomad, no, no, no! (We don’t talk about Nomad, no, no, no!)
We don’t talk about Nomad (we don’t talk about Nomad!)
They told me this would blow by
The next day: dread! (No, no!)
They told me I’m a Jafar nut
Just a rock they said… (no, no!)
They said that all these lines would disappear, but now I’m afraid (no, no! Hey!)
Its fate is sealed when the Sacred Space is spread!
They told me that the lounge of my dreams would be reserved, and always be mine
Please hold me, now my hopes have been dashed, like the grapes were crushed for my wine
(Óye, Nomad baby’s on its way)
They told me that the Space of my dreams would be just out of reach
Roped off to all other
It’s like I fear it now
Hey miss, I want not a sound out of you (it’s like I can fear it now)
I can fear it now
Um, Nomad…
Yeah, about that Nomad…
I really don’t know about Nomad…
Stymie the truth and the whole truth, Nomad
(Nomad baby, your birth time’s here)
Rope-drop winner?
Tree’s why I came (it was my AK day, it was our AK day)
Now, I need a snack (we were getting ready)
Cocktail with my name (and wasn’t a crowd level five)
Always brings me back (no crowd levels above five!)
Here I watch the streams (Bloggers chime in, adding frivolous spin-)
And rest in sunbeams (Twitter!)
“You getting these clicks, or am I?”
I’m sorry, mi vida, go on (Óye, Nomad baby’s seen the day)
Bloggers hype Nomad again (Tree’s why I came, but now, need a snack)
In doing so, Liners complain
Would rather it stay arcane
It’s here!
Don’t talk about Nomad, no! (Why did I talk about Nomad?)
Not a word about Nomad
I never should’ve brought up Nomad!
In case you’ve been living under a rock and haven’t heard the song by now, here it is for reference and following along:
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Let’s just hope when that day comes… there aren’t any lines.