A furious few put down the books in deep despair. The rest
Clung to the hope which springs in every fantasy freak's breast
"Oh please!" they thought, "Let Robert J. just finish it, that rat!
And I won't care how bad it is as long as it has Mat."

But first came tack illustrations in the Randland Guide
So that's what he was writing! All we wanted was his hide!
Alas, we couldn't, legally, so sadly we all sat-
Still waiting for that PoD, and thinking about Mat!

But then there came the Prolouge, to the wonderment of all
It was long and dull and pointless, but we all still had a ball
But when the fun was over, there was still no PoD,
And all the books we read were non-WoT.

Then from the gladdened multitude went up a joyous yell
it bounded from the mountaintops and rattled in the dell
Tor's Legends was a-coming out and RJ's works were in
If only he'd write faster, then things wouldn't be so grim....

There was ease in RJ's manner as he slowly grasped his pen
There was pride in Rj's bearing and on RJ's face a grin.
I'm sure of this, because if he'd more quickly written, that
Our book would come more quickly and our book would have our Mat!

Ten million eyes were on the bookstore shelves from night till noon
"Oh please!" beeged fans. "Will Mat be in the books anytime soon?"
But RAFO (dreaded acronym!) was all that we received
And not one slice of info from RJ could be retrieved.

And then the news came flying to the bookstore and the Net-
"The book is out! Whahooee!" On October 20th.
And millions bought the PoD, but thought it little fun...
"It's much too thin for 2 years' wait." Cried RJ fans, "Strike One."

On the website, clogged with readers, there came up a muffled roar,
For never did they see an RJ book that was so poor.
"Kill him! Kill the author!" shouted someone on the chat,
And it's likely that we'll kill him if the next book is like that.

But with a fervent loyalty, the RJ fans read more
Burying inside their little heads 8 tomes of Randland lore.
yet, the PoD still had no plot, and what it did have blew-
Though some tried to defend it, crid the RJ fans, "Strike Two."

"Fraud!" cried the maddened thousands and the echo answered "Fraud!"
But a crazy act by Rand and then the audience was awed-
They saw him crack up one more time, he lost his grip again-
We knew then, RJ's creativity was under strain.

The sneer has left the reader's lips, his teeth are clenched in hate-
Will RJ pull this through or will he wreck a series great?
And now he lifts the final page, and now he lets it go-
Was PoD fantastic? Did Book 8 Really blow?

Oh, somewhere deep in Aiel lands, the sun is shining bright
There are Seanchan in Altara and the Fortress of the Light
And Min calls Rand a woolhead and a sheep-boy and a lout,
But there is no Mat in Book 8- Robert Jordan has struck out!