Red Cherries


Your effeminate face

Your soft, elegant hands

What I want more than you

Is to be called 'The Champion'

Yet I can't say that

For I'd be seen in the forests

Cherry Picking as they say

But who really cares

I'm going to be number one

So I'll pick and choose my way through

And become the one

That is better at battling

That is better looking

The one with all the power

And who'll be seen

In a field with an empty basket

Getting ready to pick

Red Cherries