Ok. I have nothing to do and I want to write something. That's it. I wish I'll make sense….

Today, droplets of rain started to fall. The students stayed inside their classroom, waiting for their sensei's instructions. They were just seated there, staring at the brown haired man who also stared back at them. Then suddenly, at last, he said something. "I feel like today would be the right day to do some different activities. We all learned about this hand signs and jutsus so we have to do something which I think is important. All this time, you haven't really talked about yourself." The sensei, Iruka, heard grunts and sighs from the students. "Well, today, you have to express who you really are by-" The students' eyes grew larger by his every word…waiting for the next. They leaned closer to their desks, all eyes to Iruka. "By writing a poem", he finally said. "AWWHHH!!!!" they chorused. The yellow haired boy even asked, "What the hell is a poem?" None of his classmates did answer. They didn't know too. So, the sensei told them, "Class, poems are combinations of words that expresses a thought or feeling of the one who writes it. It's like a combination of your sentences, but those sentences must be telling about a particular thing. For example:

The past was dark for me

Nights were all I see

Until I met all these children

They seemed to take away my burden

Though one of them causes me headaches

I'll still love them whatever it takes

That's a poem."

"So, that's a poem" Said the yellow haired Naruto. "But, Iruka sensei, what does that mean? I mean, you mentioned about headaches and nights…"

"The nights, Naruto, means that before it was dark or sad for him! Right, Iruka sensei?"

"Right, Sakura."

"And the headaches?" asked Naruto.

"That's supposed to be you, stupid…Naruto, you're so troublesome…" The male student with ponytail said boringly, with his face on his palm.

"I'm not stupid, smart ass!" Naruto shouted, attempting to punch Shikamaru.

"Alright then, you have to start now. Uhh…it doesn't matter that words don't rhyme as long as you express yourself" The sensei instructed.

After an hour of thinking, breaking pencils, nonsense doodling and grumbles, it was time that they all recite what they have written.

"Ok, let's start from Sakura," Iruka said.

Sakura:

Behind that pretty face in cherry hair

That smooth and glowing skin

Hides inside a woman

Who knows how to love and care

A woman who might still be young

But learned a lot of things

From super punches and flying kicks

To truly falling in love

"That was good Sakura, now you do it, Lee."

Lee:

My eyes are very expressive

My hair shines like stars above

I fight like no one else does

With strong legs for Taijutsu attacks

And all of this is because of the one I idolize

The best sensei, Maito Gai!!!

Neji:

Amidst the unequal treatment for our clan

I still strive do what I can

With the help of my strong Byakugan

I know I can be the number one

But I'm not all made up of power

I also have the looks

With my long ebony like hair

That flows down and dances with the moving air

But still I remind you, don't be deceived

Looks can kill

Ten ten:

I maybe sweet and gentle

And a little girl for you

But beware, I don't hold back

My weapons are just perfect

So you gotta watch your back

I can use 2, 3, 10 and a lot more at a time

So before you judge this sweet image of mine

Think first when you still have the time

to be continued