Better Start Running

by LunacyTenma

Zim and his class have to take an assessment about poetry in class, and Zim knows nothing of the Human's literature. When he is forced to read his poem in front of everyone, what happens? Revised. Please review and tell me what'cha think.

AN: I have redone this fic, this is the third time. Not many changes or anything, just errors that I fixed.

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Better Start Running

"The assesment will begin now," Mrs. Bitters hissed, glaring at the children as usual. "No cheating or we'll send you home and tell your parents not to feed you." Everyone began.

Question 1; What is poetry?

"How should Zim know what...Poe-try is!" Dib glanced over, shaking his head slightly.

"It has no right or wrong answer. It's what you think it is. Like.. a song or something." Zim stared, and thought...like an Irken song? The ones that they were taught back on his home planet?

Poetry is what makes me feel at home.

Question 2; Write a poem. At least three sentences long.

"Write a Po-Em? How does Zim do this?" Dib growled, annoyed.

"Just write something meaningful!" Meaningful? then turned to the two boys and glared, causing Zim to stare at his paper. Then, he began to scribble something down.

"Time's up," Mrs. Bitters stated. "Now which one of you wants to share your hopeless attempt at poetry?" Dib grinned, pointing to Zim.

"He does!" Zim looked over, about to protest but was dragged out of his desk by the cold hand of his horrible teacher.

"Zim doesn't have to read words!"

"Shut up and read, Zim." Zim obeyed the teacher, reluctantly beginning.

He noticed a few of the words might strike others as odd, but hey, they never care when Dib accuses of him of being an alien. Why would they care now?

"Not a single feign of defeat, not a single failure coming

I am an Irken-Let your species start running

Planet after planet to expand the empire great

Only the best for our Tallest, nothing second rate

Every last thing that stands in the army's way

Will all be taken care and defeated this day.

No defeat, for trash talkers shunning.

I am an Irken-Let your species start running.

Another star in the great night sky

Maybe this time to really call mine.

One day I'll rule and I'll rise above all,

This time it won't matter if I'm short or if I'm tall.

For me no defeat, The Zim is coming

I am an Irken-Tallest? You better start running."

Dib stared, speechless as Mrs. Bitters threw Zim back into his seat. Was the alien really better at poetry than he was?

"Stupid human." Zim muttered, crumpling up his paper and throwing it away.