A/N: Well, I know I'm supposed to be in Mississippi, but we got back early so I decided, since I didn't have the time to write a chapter to write this poem, about the Slayers… I dedicate this to CrimsonFire, and Ken's Gal…
Disclaimer: Under threat from Lina Inverse, I am not allowed to try to beg for the honor of asking to own Slayers, or any of its stuff.
A Restaurant
The Fire burns,
Upon the ferns.
FIREBALL!!
Lina yells.
Gourry quells.
The food is late.
The owner begs,
To keep his legs.
TOO BAD!!!
They're burned off.
Cough, smoke, cough.
Blood trickles out.
Lina grumbles,
Her tummy rumbles.
WE'RE LEAVING!!
The bill?
Me kill?
She replies.
They leave.
The owner does greave.
MY LEGS!!!
A/N: Isn't that sad? The owner lost his legs because he had to have the food come late… Oh, well… I hope you enjoyed this… BYE!!!
Disclaimer: Under threat from Lina Inverse, I am not allowed to try to beg for the honor of asking to own Slayers, or any of its stuff.
A Restaurant
The Fire burns,
Upon the ferns.
FIREBALL!!
Lina yells.
Gourry quells.
The food is late.
The owner begs,
To keep his legs.
TOO BAD!!!
They're burned off.
Cough, smoke, cough.
Blood trickles out.
Lina grumbles,
Her tummy rumbles.
WE'RE LEAVING!!
The bill?
Me kill?
She replies.
They leave.
The owner does greave.
MY LEGS!!!
A/N: Isn't that sad? The owner lost his legs because he had to have the food come late… Oh, well… I hope you enjoyed this… BYE!!!
