Disclaimer: Mutant Enemy and Twentieth Century Fox own Buffy the Vampire Slayer, not me. This poem was written for my British literature class this year. After we read The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer, my teacher had us all vote on a setting (would you believe we actually picked a McDonald's birthday party??) and had each of us pick a character to write a twenty-line, ten-syllables-per-line, couplet poem about in that setting. So, naturally, I picked Buffy. (Who else?)

The CanterBuffy Tale
by MegaSilver

Glass breaking, stakes high, she enters the room
To save a young man from a gruesome doom
Standing strong, her figure a masterpiece
That contrasts the place, its hamburger grease
This young man, it seems, is eighteen today
And invitations, he gave them away
To random bystanders; his hope's now all
In a mystical girl of stature small
Prepared to fight, in order to protect
This young man from having holes in his neck
Since she was fifteen, her destiny's lain
To shut the Hellmouth, to see vampires slain
A beautiful blonde, a popular chick
Who had to give up her old life too quick
Amid the French fries, the milkshakes plastic
She's light on her feet; graceful gymnastics
And fighting arts from a different time
Come together to kill, lest vampires dine
She turns the oven to medium well
The demon is fired and sent back to hell.