Ode to Jin
Jin you are my dearest son
Though it seems that you never have fun
You hate your own father
He's more than a bother
And Hwoarang's your most hated one.
I am your mother so true.
Listen to me, I'm telling you
Hatred ain't good
No it ain't so you should
Love like your mother did too.
Your father is a stubborn man
To get anything, he'll do what he can
Through thick and through thin
I'm telling you Jin
His head needs to be whacked with a pan.
Jin, my own son, you're so cute!
You're angsty and stubborn to boot.
I know this is cheesy
You might feel quite queasy
A passing train can go toot toot!
That last line is random, I know
But as that old saying goes:
The bigger the better
The tighter the sweater
So
randomness doesn't quite blow!
THE END!