Wahoo! More poetry! And guess what....It's depressing! As usual. I cannot, for the life of me, write happy stuff unless I'm high. And to add to the depression...P***mon is on. Oh! Boy! The Squirtle Squad!
Well, without further ado, my poem. And the first person to figure out what the title means gets a (crappy, as usual) fic dedicated to them! Just thought I'd add some competition to my odd mystery message poems.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my screwy language.

"Drah Eid Stibah Dlo"

Oh, many times it's just you and me
Like the way it oughtn't be
Don't you see our future pain?
How we'll stand in sadness rain?
All was well when we were eight
But now we're twelve and facing fate
I stand alone, try not to believe
That someday soon I'll have to leave
Sometimes I wish our hearts could be free
Don't tempt me though, it's not to be
In my heart I see us fly high and low
Happy heart, stupid though
All I need from you is the look
Read me, as always, like a book
Drah eid stibah dlo





Okay, review away. And if you solve it...there's a prize!
OMG! Ash just gave his friggin' squirtle away! They freak.
Random Digi vs. Poke thought: Would this scene EVER happen on digimon?:
Ash: Go Squirtle Squad!
Misty: Good luck to team wartortle as well!
Brock: I'm behind Officer Jenny!
And they ended the episode with "Squirtle Memories" set to STRING MUSIC! ARG! The moral-ness is killing me -_-;;;;;;;;;;