Author's Webpage:http://www.geocities.com/Area51/Starship/6102/home.html
Author's disclaimer:
There once was a company from Toronto,
Who owned the worlds best TV show.
Places, wolves, people, and plot,
All the rights they have got,
But here I can do what I want to.
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Meg's POV, set during "Vault"
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Standing there before my desk,
Prince Charming in Mountie brown,
I looked at you and only saw,
A mocking idol to be torn down.
Old fashioned and playing so naive,
As if no one had ever thought to say,
That in this modern day and age,
Men simply do not act this way.
They don't hold doors for women,
Don't bow or let us go ahead.
Not unless they're mocking us,
Or luring us to their bed.
A dark-haired, blue-eyed enigma,
Your face seemed so innocent,
Much to good to really be true,
I wondered what you really meant.
Another sexist handsome man,
Just weilding a new brand of charm,
Waiting for me to drop my guard,
Using those blue eyes to disarm.
But you don't know who you're challenging,
I've played this game without one loss.
You've tangled with the wrong woman here,
And I'll show you the meaning of 'boss'.