A tale, I plan to spin.
Of which three waiters are in.
Of which three, can you guess?
It's Cilan, it's Chili, it's Cress.
The Trial Trio was their name,
No other's battled quite the same
Of cooking and battling they were best,
Gym leaders Cilan, Chili and Cress.
One day as they prepared to open shop,
An unusual sight made them stop.
A girl in a cute little dress,
Saw Cilan, saw Chili, saw Cress.
They invited her in to dine,
And she felt grateful for their time,
She asked for a place to rest,
Fine with Cilan, Fine with Chili, Fine with Cress.
They nearly forgot her up in her room,
As they all picked up mop and broom,
A mishap earlier had caused a mess,
Caused by Cilan, plus Chili, plus Cress
The Noodle Incident all cleaned up,
Pj'S on, Milk in cup
Falling asleep cuddled like chicks in a nest,
Night Cilan, Night Chili, Night Cress
But the girl, forgotten upstairs,
Has walked down them, quiet feet bare.
Pulls a vile out from her breast,
Drink Cilan, Drink Chili, Drink Cress.
The next day, she sits in the kitchen cooking.
People stop by, ogling looking.
They can't find a trace or tress,
Where's Cilan? Where's Chili? Where's Cress?
The girl just quietly chops aloud,
Enjoying the cutting, enjoying the sound.
This stew would surely taste the best,
Made with Cilan, made with Chili, made with Cress.
I have no idea why I wrote this, I LOVE the Striaton City gym leaders! Happier stories of these three to come, don't worry. I just hope it uploaded into stanzas this time!
-Sincerely, Rivers
