I came up with this poem a while back, and I never got the chance to put it online. So here it is, even though it's kinda crappy, a poem about Naruto and Kyuubi.
The people chase him like a rat.
His mind frantic, his heart sad.
They say he did many things.
But to him they sound insane.
They all want to kill him.
His fate seems most grim.
They say he killed Yondaime.
Why do they want to hurt me?
They refuse to let up, and the sun begins to set.
He wonders, today will he meet the one called Death?
The villagers hate now takes the form of rocks.
The boy too scared to notice his shadow was a Nine-Tailed Fox.
And that's a neat little poem from your's truly. xThe Yamato