Kirby Sonnet
A pink puffball like cotton candy
flutters through a town
stopping at a street that's more sandy than a beach
it jumps joyfully up and down
and spots something, a creepy creature
and a pot of red hot flaming curry
inhaling the food like a vacuum, he changes feature
fear like a shadow cast across the land, people scatter in worry
the puffball emerges like a cub from its waking family
on the puff's head, a flame more intense than the sun
the townspeople see this as doomsday, this ability
you are what you eat, he spews hot fire reducing everything to none
he disappears without hearing his acclaim
everyone knows him, Kirby is his name.