Don't own Naruto…

Author's Note: This is just a poem I decided to make while I was sitting around in my room with a major case of du, du, du, dun, Summer Laziness disease. Oh no, cringe before the sin of sloth. I'm not sure how funny it is, but I just had to vent out some ideas that have been driving me mad. Please do not take offence to any of the jokes…this is solely a poem made for the unbelievably bored.

Actually Kinda Funny

Deidara, Deidara

Your eyes shame sapphire

And from what I've read

You're what women desire

But sometimes I wonder

Is it just your hair?

Or maybe, just maybe

It's your gender affair

And oh Sasori Danna

Sometimes I must ask

Why is it girls coon

When they catch sight of your ass

Maybe it's just me

Or maybe not

But from what my friend said

"God Damnit you're hot"

And let's not forget

About the lovable Miser

And though I don't get it

That's probably wiser

Why is it Kakuzu

That you hate them so much

When all fan girls want

Is to grope and to touch

That goes for you too

Hidan, you big whiner

Though most have to admit

You couldn't get finer

And one other thing

For the blood loving loon

Better lock up your doors

The fan girls wake soon

But don't worry Kisame

I've got your back

So pack up your bags

And bring a few snacks

For my dear friend

You're special to me

Why you may ask

Well, you have the house keys

Then there's Itachi

The uptight prick

But that can be fixed

With some lube and a stick

He doesn't like that

And as I soon learned

Play with the fire

And you're going to get burned

Now we have Konan

The sensible one

But unlike most members

Some say she's not fun

No, I don't believe that

No, not one bit

Just give her a reason

And that woman's temper is lit

Then we have Pein

I guess he's pretty smart

Though the problem I have

I've only seen him in fan art

But be him smart, stupid, or challenged

There's one thing for him to do

Find all the Akatsuki's problems

Then get the tape and the glue

Oh my, here comes Zetsu

Flytrap and all

The strong silent type

But damn that man's tall

He doesn't walk much

Actually never did

But that makes for a problem

How's he gonna have kids?

Oh yeah it's Tobi

My favorite goof ball

I find him a riot

Swirly mask and all

But at times I must ask

Is it just me?

Or does he know a little too much

About the birds and the bees

Author's Note

I kinda liked that poem. *Thinking to self* So what did you think about it? Please review…