"The Ultimate Reality Show" [13+], your brainchild, is a smash hit that has succeeded beyond anyone's nicest dreams. Having conquered the world of television, you decide to expand your horizons and put your creative genius to work in the film industry, helping Miramax devise the next summer blockbuster. You now stand before the studio executives, sweating bullets and dancing antelopes as you begin to worry about whether you can repeat your earlier success and live up to the expectations.
“Tell us what delicious idea you've cooked up this time, Ly,” says one of the executives. You wonder what inspired the food analogy, but it all becomes clear when you see him sucking on a piece of carrots that's lodged between his front teeth.
“Thank you, sir,” you begin your presentation, stifling a laugh. “I'm sure this movie will fulfill everyone's cinematic appetites. It's cuter than The Hills Have Eyes 2, brighter than Cinderella Story, and even sweeter than The Wild!”
“Those are some bold statements, Ly.”
“That's because this is a bold movie! We'll cast the incomparable Al Pacino in the starring role, as Agent Double O'Nothing, who's charged with foiling the pretty Doctor Shakyswan's plot to achieve world domination.”
“World domination? That damn commie pinko. How does he intend to pull that off?”
“With the most diabolical weapon known to man, of course: the plant pot cannon. It turns every person within a thousand-mile radius of ground zero into a plant pot, and China is the first country on the list!”
“No, not China! I haven't seen The Great Wall of China yet!”
“Remember, sir, it's just a movie.”
“Right, right. But how will Double O'Nothing stop him?”
“He'll infiltrate Doctor Shakyswan's secret base on Western Samoa…but be captured in the process!”
“And how does he get himself out of that pickle?”
Before Doctor Shakyswan kills Double O'Nothing, he'll proceed to describe every last detail of his convoluted, megalomaniacal plot, but will die of old age 64 years later, before he can finish.”
“So Doctor Shakyswan lives in voluntary seclusion on a remote island, yet he enjoys talking to people?”
“Aye, it’s a paradox indeed. He may be an antisocial recluse, but where's the fun in being an evil genius if no one knows exactly how evil and brilliant you are?”
“Wow, a movie that’s full of action and makes you think! Ebert & Roeper are sure to give this two noses up! America will love it!”
“I sure hope so, because I already have two sequels planned: Smartly and Let Heave *Google It* and License to Sing!”
“You make it look easy, Ly! How did Miramax ever get along without you?”
That's my madlib. The only suggestion I have is, clean up the "Bare infinitive" thing. It's confusing to the average reader, especially if your last grammer class was three years ago, or if you haven't gotten into the bare bones of the English language yet. That's it.
Keep on writing!
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I kept rereading and re-rereading and re-re-rereading it... which tells you how monotonous my Sunday afternoons are. 
Make us s'more, please?
so when I got to the biting bit that scared the hell out of me! And then I remembered that this was fiction and calmed down a little. 
I know what it's like to keep on loving someone way after they've let you go. You wish they could see; you wish they could know--but they don't, and they won't. Love is sad... and this poem expresses it beautifully.
I see from this and your earlier poem that you like appending commas to the ends of your lines; sometimes, though, it doesn't fit well, and periods would be more appropriate. I suggest reading through it again and finding places which are natural sentence endings.
"Gracefully prances with shruddering facts that make me tremble in your wake"~~"shruddering" should be "shuddering".
"Get out, away from I tell you" doesn't quite make sense. Perhaps rewrite it?
Suggestions/Recommendations
"Witless Wendy" doesn't sound like such a very good title; maybe just "Wendy"--there is little mention of her witlessness in the tongue-twister.