Sword Lady: A little bit being tired, school, and Fruits Basket on the mind and this is what you get. Hope you like it.
The Three Musketeers
Enter one, a long haired man,
Who just can't seem to understand.
All fun and games in his eye,
A life of smiles no coin can buy.
But a true friend,
With a heart to mend.
Enter two, a one eyed man,
As cold as winter's one night stand.
Not a word is to be spoken,
Like his heart which once was broken.
A power that only causes pain,
He is his own perilous bane.
Enter three, a wild card man,
Who never has to take the stand.
To chant as long as the wind whirls,
"All for me, high school girls!"
A clown at heart,
But a mind apart.
They'll be friends till the very end,
You just have to learn how to bend.
So let's hear it for the Musketeers,
Every time, they bring me to tears.
(*NOTE- Those tears of joy, sadness, or just plain annoyance if you know what I mean.)