Hello little chidlings! I am back, wowza! Alas, I won't be updating any of my stories until I actually finish writing them up. Sowweh guys! But back to the poem. It was supposedly about Sabaku No Gaara, the cutest chibi on earth!!! - But it's not really the same. I made up a bunch of parts to not seen like I was copying the real plot.
Disclaimer: I do NOT own Naruto!! If I did, I would make Sakura die a slow and painful death!
Upon a little emo cloud
sat a little boy
who had a story about how he survived
an attempted murder ploy.
The little boy was lonely
since he had no other friends,
he only had his mother dearest
but then again, she was dead.
All he ever wanted
was to be accepted.
All he ever got to be
was to be rejected.
One night while he sat alone
by the darkened sea,
in the moonlight, it shone
an assassin or two, or three.
The little boy, now he was smart.
He heard them in the wind.
They took off running after him;
he cried, he never sinned.
But then, he thought, 'This isn't fair!'
His hatred started to gain.
He thought, 'I must fight back!'
But was it worth the pain?
Stealthily, this little boy,
he grabbed a wooden stick.
He threw it at one of the men;
oh, now they were ticked.
One opened his mouth to retort with something crass
but all he got was a mouthful of dirt and grass.
They all advanced, without thinking it through.
The little boy could see.
For they hadn't noticed what he was holding,
the night was too misty.
But in his hand, there were some glass,
some broken bottles of beer
He threw it at one man who fell,
the others froze up in fear.
A black raven up above who had watched the entire thing
It chose to caw, and interrupt the wicked little shindig.
The men looked up from their puddle full of blood.
They all stood still, still shaken from the shock.
The boy took advantage of this.
He started to throw rocks.
The men fell over
face down in the mud.
Each and everyone of them,
they landed with a thud.
The air reeked of lifeless corpses,
three who'd drowned in blood.
The witness and victim then ran off,
like all small children would.
The little child had reached his home,
the safe police haven.
And after a while he thought to himself
"I was saved by a raven."
Alas, another one of my random writings. If I ever catch any of you peoples stealing it, even though I don't know why you would, I will hunt you down!!!! Rate and review my luffly chidlings!!