A Pokémon Poem
Satoshi and Shigeru, aged twenty-three
And yet as far from puberty as any boy could be
They travel around and their muscles grow
And still no testosterone shows
Satoshi and Shigeru,
Their voices stay the same
They're beginning to think
It may all be some game
They've changed clothes thrice
Since Nineteen-Ninety-Seven
But no matter what they do
They still look eleven
Sometimes it keeps them awake at night
And then they wish and wish with all their might
For some hair down there
For someone to say their odours need more care
But no one does
And no one will
And in thirteen more years
They'll be wishing still
Wishing for boy or girl trouble
For problems with their personal space bubble
Never will they take a lover
They may as well live on Venus
For neither boy will ever see a hair on his penis
A/N And on that note, I'd like to say I really hate poetry.