
                    T h e   R o b o t e c h   R a v i n g 

                           By Totoro Hunter Leto II
                            (GEnie address - LETO2)

Sitting here before the TV,
Waiting for the blessed repreive,
From episodes my eyes have seen a thousand times before.
Today's rerun is Season's Greeting,
Amid my dismal hopes so fleeting:
The Sentinels quite soon competing against the hoardes of childish bore.


Yet we continue sitting, waiting,
The repeats on our souls still grating,
Eagerly anticipating deliverance from this wretched chore;
No one wants to be believing,
Harmony Gold's own great deceiving,
The Sentinels we'll all be grieving, grieving till we breathe no more.
   Quoth Carl Macek:  Nevermore.


Thanks to goofs by Carl and Ahmed,
All our expectations, bomb-ed,
Robotech etern'ly damn-ed, locked behind forbidden doors.
Comico's pathetic folly,
Matchbox toys and ugly dollies,
Marketing mistakes, by golly, nothing left to ev'n the score.


Though we all have lots of patients,
We feel no pleasure or elation.
What a demon, Syndication; what an oozing pus-filled sore.
A thousand times (a truthful number),
The reruns come; we're torn asunder,
Enough to kind of make you wonder, how long can it last, this war?
    Save us, save us, we implore!


It went to over ninety markets,
Taking off just like a rocket,
To nicely fill old Carl's pockets, fill them till they nearly tore.
It suddenly began a-rumbling,
Robotech came down a-crumbling,
Macek's dreams were brought a-tumbling, as local stations said, "No more!"
    Don't talk to me about Lenore!


But Carl tried to keep it breathing,
To keep the glory from receeding,
And though he was very well-meaning, his foot did not stay in the door.
Though he worked with Tatsunoko,
Rob'tech sank just like Yamato,
It disappeared, just like the GoGo's, never to return, no more.
    T'was born in April '84.


For lovers of Jap-animation,
Opponents of the crude Filmation,
Tune in to your local station, watch and let your spirit soar.
The show was oftentimes inspiring,
(Though Minmei's songs could be quite tiring)
Macek was quite proud of siring this child of his; now he wants more.


Carl's plans are never stopping,
Akira, Totoro, eyes a-popping,
Though on the ground our hearts are flopping, voices we've all heard before.
Reba, Greg and Aline Leslie,
All the old familiar medely,
Haunt our days, and all too readily, plague our nights until we're sore.
    Hark!  I hear the voice of Zor!


Now I must end this rapid raving,
And find the rest my mind is craving,
Up the stairs, into the haven:  happy sleep until the morn.
I hope you liked this spoken chorus,
Long just like a Brontasauraus,
Oh yes, please call the Sherwood Forest, if you like such mindless porn.

                     Call the Sherwood Forest - Anime BBS
                                 619-276-5603


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