Am I Ugly?
Okay, guys, here's a one-shot I want to try. Yes, I'm going to continue my other story, but this one was buzzing around in my head as I was waiting on jury duty. Yes, when you wait that long, you become a poet. Anyway, let me know how I did and what you think!
Am I ugly?
My name is Feebas, for any of you who care,
And to you I will my story share.
I am called ugly, useless and shabby,
Yet they who call me that are weak and flabby.
Am I ugly?
One day was like any other, just swimming in the brook,
When suddenly I spotted a baited hook.
I grabbed on and was yanked into the air,
And upon my arrival, I heard a shout of "There!"
Am I ugly?
I was captured in a ball of red and white.
I didn't care, for nothing changed in my plight.
I was given a scale, one colored blue, purple and black,
Then I was given away, but given promptly right back.
Am I ugly?
Something feels different; my body is shaped all wrong.
No longer am I coarse and short, but rather smooth and long.
When I escaped my prison, I was surprised to see
I was no longer a Feebas, but a Milotic filled with glee!
Am I ugly?
I am now beautiful, having shed my old life,
Which puts an end to the long reign of curse and strife.
As you might imagine, I have but one wish;
To please the one who thereafter fills my dish.
He made me the way I am, to him I owe much.
So for this service, I will do as he asks and perform as such.
It will not matter if I am timid or if I am meek,
I will do what I can for him that calls others weak.
My life has changed for the better, this much I know,
And my everlasting love to him I will show
No longer will I be called useless, shabby or flubby,
Because now I know, I am no longer ugly.
Well, that's it in a nutshell. Please tell me, how did I do? I really want to know! Be swift in your reviews, PLEASE!