AN/: This was, in a way, inspired by my language arts teacher, who instructed us to create a poem for a contest. Needless to say, my mind wandered from the contest...and my homework.
Germany's General Day
My busy day begins, I guess, with something rather bland
I open my eyes and blink them twice, and then lead off to stand.
I touch my toes and crack my back, a morning habitude
Not noticing the friend beside me, slumberous and nude.
Mere moments later, I've had enough and he's awakened with a yell,
"A pathetic excuse for a soldier you are; a top notch dumbbell!"
Italy, for that is he, awakens and begins complaining
For he and I know what comes next, and that is morning training.
Breakfast is eaten and teeth are brushed and hair is combed back neatly,
And all the while Italia watches, smiling at me sweetly.
His shoes are tied, his smile wide, and he's ready to begin
"Quickly Germany, come outside! There's a war to win!"
Our training never goes as planned; that much's to be expected
But Italy's heart isn't in his answers—his thoughts have been infected.
"Pay attention when I talk! This could save your hide!"
But both my allies seem to take slacking off in stride.
I punish them with extra miles, and they begin to run,
I don't allow either to stop until four laps are done.
Afterwards the sun is setting, and dinner is approaching
I've finished with my yelling and I've finished with my coaching.
Japan walks silently as we return, not uttering a word
And Italy lags behind us, staying in place at third.
Dinner is eaten in tired silence, and dishes washed by hand
Eye are rubbed, shoes removed and shower times are planned.
And so ends another day and begins another night,
Italy sleeps beside me...I guess the world's all right.
AN/: Again, it's just something silly I wrote. But it took me two days to finish...rhyming is hard! Respect for the freestyle rappers, man!
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