I've been reading the book And Then There Were None, so I thought I'd make a Pokemon version of the poem in there.
I own not the Pokemon franchise, and I am not Agatha Christie. I didn't make the original poem, either.
Ten little Plasma grunts went out to dine; one found a Machoke and then there were nine.
Nine little Plasma grunts sat up very late; one was over-hypnotized and then there were eight.
Eight little Plasma grunts traveling in Hoenn; one said he'd stay there and then there were seven.
Seven little Plasma grunts chopping up sticks; one belonged to a Farfetch'd and then there were six.
Six little Plasma grunts playing with a hive; a Beedrill stung one and then there were five.
Five little Plasma grunts going in for law; one got Chansey angry and then there were four.
Four little Plasma grunts going out to sea; a Red Gyrados swallowed one and then there were three.
Three little Plasma grunts walking in the Route; an Ursaring hugged one and then there were two.
Two little Plasma grunts sitting in the sun; Solrock didn't like one and then there was one.
One little Plasma grunt left all alone; he got hit by Guillotine…
…and then there were none.