If you read all seven books,
You’re probably already hooked,
And what can we do?
Nothing, really, misery
Always longs for company,
And we’re all addicts, too.
Welcome to the Wheel of Time!
The only reason for this rhyme
Is to prove beyond all doubt
That we cannot live without
Waiting in anticipation
For the next book of Creation:
Our friends have all vanished, our social lives gone,
But we don’t care, for the Wheel spins on...and on...and on...

None of us know how it happened to us,
We all thought, one book, that’s easily enough:
But what happened then?
Somehow despite all our vows,
There was no chance for whys or hows:
We found ourselves reading again.
Now we’re all self-confessed junkies:
We climb the shelves of books like monkeys,
Reaching for the book right at the top:
We know the danger, but we just can’t stop!
Why, Robert Jordan? Tell us, say
Why you corrupt our youth this way?
We need counselling, a cure, but I guess I’ll have to go without,
Because - well - I’m on a budget, and I just heard the Guide is out...

sorry. I guess it’s incurable.

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