Disclaimer: not mine, never has been, never will be
Tale of the Unfortunate Wanderer
This is a poem, a ballad of sorts
Of a wanderer whose luck just runs out.
No, it's not Kenshin, that's a different show,
But fear not! Don't turn away or pout.
I will tell you the subject
Of this poem. You see,
This is the tale of Miroku's hand!
Tell me, who else could it be?
Ah, yes! The hand! Who would
Have thought? Now it all makes sense.
That greedy hand wanders near and far.
It always crosses its fence.
So many girls, it likes to feel,
But there is one it favors.
I know you know, it's Sango's
Butt! The hand just seems to crave her.
Sango's hand, too, takes part
In this little tale.
But instead of feeling, she sends
Him into a painful wail.
Sango acts as daimyou,
Sends her samurai hand to attack.
Miroku, a daimyou, takes a hard hit
And his silly ronin come back.
Fear not! It's just friendly fun
That is constant with those two
I don't want to spoil it, but
Their future is written in Chapter 292
A/N: XP heehee, one of my fave chapters (if I got the # right...) andi just had to get one of these silly little poems out of the way. I did have to check the spelling on daimyou though. Arigatou for reading!