This is a poem on how Jessie feels on losing to Dawn in the Sinnoh Grand Festval. Jessie is one of my favourite pokemon characters. I genuinely think she has talents in coordinating. She deserves to win in that battle with Dawn. Take a look and leave a review if you like it.
The wig, the gloves, the gown, the heels,
My sole possessions here of pride I feel.
-ooo-
I shined, I glowed, I waved, I beamed,
It's never same as in the Rocket Team.
-ooo-
I made it to la fête de Grande,
Yet, losing to a brat, it startles still.
-ooo-
A Dustox that can paralyze;
A wobbuffet which attacks all coverse.
-ooo-
Seviper did a poison tail;
Meowth that talks legended a ramen tale.
-ooo-
My partner he's the most inclined
Of loving in a man I'd ever find.
-ooo-
Our worldly imposition thus
Of denouncing the evil of truth and love,
-ooo-
Of little satisfaction found,
There's nothing like contest I profound.
-ooo-
The beauty and the wits I have,
How could the twerp that won compared with that.
-ooo-
Experience can never kill.
The new can have her way with ridicule.
-ooo-
It's not about you're strong or not;
If that does count I would be taught.
-ooo-
The contests once I joined were fair,
With some contestants fairer than the rest.
I hope you like it. I am still new to the pokemon fandom community. This is my second fanfic piece. Please take a look and leave a review. That would be very encouraging.