Disclaimer: Gourry does not belong to me. Slayers does not belong to me. This poem does nothing for me in the way of profit, except perhaps get me extra credit in English class. Yes, I wrote this for English class. Er . . . it's really short. That's about it. Enjoy.
There was a blond guy named Gourry

Whose worldview was really quite blurry

He sat for a while

Then fell asleep with a smile

And dreamed of consuming curry