Heyo! It's me again! This is a poem dedicated to Radenna Fairfax, a nice reviewer of my other poem…Miroku the Pervert. Ha! This is about the infamous NARAKU! I hate his guts and I can't stand Naraku/Someone else fics! EW! Haha! Maybe I should become…a poet…but I can't so ha. Here we go!
Disclaimer: You know, I don't own jack and I'm proud of it so OOH!
Naraku the Really Bad Guy
Naraku-I really hate him.
So much I think his brain is slim.
His hair is grease and super frizzy,
He's wants to kill the cool people, that's why he's busy.
His eyes are the same color of blood,
How could he be some lady's stud?
He has tentacles growing from his back!
A sense of style is what he lacks.
He should consider flossing today,
For he smells of the horse I rode last May.
I wish he didn't have this orb-shield,
So Inuyasha could kill Naraku with the Tetsusaiga, the sword he wields.
He's just a big, old stupid man
With a flock of demons for a clan.
Kagura-I feel sorry for the girl,
For having to smell his stench and hurl.
I can't believe that he's actually strong,
'Cause his face is so twisted as if he were wearing a thong.
When anyone sees him, they'll go back in disgust,
Because his skin is as dirty as a layer of dust.
He's so ugly that that mirrors crack,
With a heart that is icy, cold, and black.
Drawing him must be easy for Takahashi-san,
Because his clothes are really quite bland.
He wears a monkey, and I think that's quite nasty,
I think he killed it quick, in a manner that was hasty.
I want to burn the smelly old fart,
But I can't because that would make me a tart.
A/N: So…how was it? Did you like? No flames…it's summer and that's the last thing I would like to do.