~~~ Disclaimer thingy- Um, I don't own Kuja or Kefka or Sephiroth or Tom Green, so don't sue me, please. Just to warn you, this so called "poem" of beautiful and heartfelt "poetry", that is written by a true "poet" is really, truly, STUPID. If you have a mind that is usually not subjected to this sort of idiocy, then please, try not to throw up on your keyboard, it'll make typing very hard to accomplish.~~
BEHOLD!!!
The feather on my head!
I'm obsessed and you are dead!
Monkey, Booty, and many of the huja,
Do not amount to the hotness of Kuja!
This really makes no sense,
But hey! Just take a rest!
I am going completely insane!
I have Kuja on the brain!
KUJA! KUJA! He so hot!
Oh hey lookie, you are not!
I go-a- rambling far and wide,
For I have absolutely nothing to hide,
I'm a Kuja fan and oh so proud,
Kefka is an evil clown!
Dude, sweet,
He has boots upon his feet,
They click when he walks,
And I really like the way he talks.
I know this poem really sucks,
And my belly is as yellow as a ducks,
But if anyone actually reads this, I'm dead,
I will dump kitty litter on Tom Green's head!
Sephiroth is cool too.
But when he killed Aeris, I went; "Boo!"
Kuja killed the ugly Queen Brahne,
That is good….she was hurting my….hand?
I was bummed when he died.
I cried and cried and cried and cried.
But Kuja lives on, he always will,
And if you don't like that, send me the bill!!
THE END
~ Eh, ok, I wrote this when I was bored and high on bad weed. I'm going to upload an actual *fanfic* at one point in the next few days, so don't give up hope on me. ~