Author's Notes- Hey guys, I thought I'd try some poetry. This is my first one, and it's about Master Roshi. Enjoy!
I don't own any of the characters or anything.
Old Pervert
Master Roshi, a hero's greatest teacher
Was considered by women a vile creeper
He saw their love only when he napped
In their presence, he was often slapped
Today he journeyed outside his walls
To gather the seven dragon balls
The task of collecting would not be fun
His wish would not be a happy one
He felt depression each and every time
He was avoided, as though covered in slime
Because his looks were not adored
His fighting talents went ignored
In order to get the orbs scattered far
He needed to see Bulma for the dragon radar
With her, even Vegeta had found a connection
While Roshi only suffered her curt rejection
For wanting girls, in a bad way he was famous
Was a desire for love truly a crime so heinous?
For that he had been punched, battered, and beaten
Kicked high into the air and nearly eaten
No matter the girl, Z-fighter or civilian
His chances with them were less than one in a million
He knew why his advances inspired such rage
It had much to do with his age
Living forever was more of a curse
Though it had seemed a blessing at first
So with seven balls, he called on Shenron
And wished his eternal life to be gone
He felt the effects straight away
His knees gave out, and on the ground he lay
As he felt darkness overtake him
His last thought before his body was vacant
Was that perhaps in Other World
He may find a loving, caring girl.
Author's Notes- I hope you guys liked it. I'm finding that I'm feeling bad for the underdogs of Dragon Ball Z. As always, reviews are appreciated.
