My Friend, Flynn

by frostbitten-pooka-roo

Just a little poem I wrote about Eugene. thought that he might have looked to his hero, Flynn Rider for advice througg out his life before he met Rapunzel. Please R R! thx!

My friend Flynn

My story started when my mother placed me at the door step of the orphanage.

I know she cared for me,

At least she didn't leave me with the sewage.

But now my world is turned upside down and I'm left with some coins in my pocket,

there are only a few.

What do I do Flynn?

What do I do?

I found your book of adventures in the library one day and the nice old man gave it to me.

Even though your spirit of freedom and lust for adventure inspire me,

others judge and pick on me. They do not understand our friendship. They cannot see.

What do I do Flynn?

What do I do?

As I grow, I learn more from you every day.

I Practice with the sword while they go out and play.

But I am still young and the bullies enjoy beating me up. They call that fun.

I'm trying, honest I am, but that's a big bite to chew.

What do I do Flynn?

What do I do?

Now my moment has come for my life to begin.

Two large guys with red hair, that's the group I'm in.

And now your training and advice has led me to this.

I know what to do Flynn.

I know what to do.

The answer is quite simple.

I'll just become you.