Scandalous White Day Surprise
By: WingStockRelyon
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Tomorrow is white day and he couldn't sleep
He stumbled and turned while he's thinking deep
'What would I give her?!' his mind screamed at him loud
He'd like to tear out his hair 'cause no one's around
He wouldn't want to be a scumbag so mean
When tomorrow's day is due
To come up to her and say,
'Me don't have a gift for you.'
That would be so cruel, so wrong,
And simply idiotic to say
'Cause he wouldn't absolutely take it
If she'd been taken for granted worst on white day
'This is pathetic' he now muttered low
'Cause truly he will not give flowers on a bough
Candies and chocolates to him spells like 'lame'
And all other treats from sugar friggin' cane
He knew she would love to have chappy plushies all around
But for him that wouldn't seem fair
He certainly does not want to lose her to –
Some mere fluff of abominable hare
After spending almost all night long thinking,
What to give this certain shinigami with a mystic flair
He decided that a white ornament
Would look best in her most raven hair
If he do not want to sound sappy and stupid
Yeah that would exactly do
'Cause it will give quite a shock if he whispered
'There's a white palace waiting outside for you'
Tomorrow did come and he felt somewhat unease
One, two, three, four, the clock ticks on the wall
Waiting, he leaned into the wall waiting some more
Expecting her to emerge any time now from the closet door
After a moment she finally did come out
She pointedly stared at him as his eyes wandered about
A strange white package deliberately came into view
He shoved it to her muttering 'This is for you.'
She examined the object with deep curiosity
As he turned and looked away
On it was a note, scribbled neatly
That says: 'Wear this for the day.'
A moment of thick silence passed
A moment of tension filled the air
One, two, three, four, the clock ticks on the wall
From her stare he wanted to run, hide and coil
Her eyes glared daggers piercing right through his skull,
As purple irises grew shades darker and darker
He couldn't quite comprehend what gone wrong
She had the looks that clearly says 'Your life is over!'
Outside, two figures loom around listening for his impending doom
As they thought the situation couldn't get any better
They shamelessly listened as they held glasses on the wall of the room
Their foolish, ridiculous smiles couldn't get any goofier
He didn't know what just happened
He does not even got a clue
All he knew is that a large bump was forming on his head
To where the box hit him right on cue
His face mirrored her expression in a while
As he decided to take a look himself
He picked up the box and 'twas when he realized exactly
What he accidentally gotten for the elf
He didn't know what happened
But now he did got a clue
Some fools should be behind this
Even you dear readers already knew
Ichigo there's a delivered package downstairs
They said that it was gift wrapped as a bonus for this day
He should have been paid more attention should have been more careful
He could've saved himself from an awful lot of dismay
For Chrissakes and Oh, for the love of all effin' holy
There was absolutely hell to pay
'Cause what's inside the damnable box is no other than,
a piece of scandalous white lingerie.
Elyon's note:
This serves as a white day giveaway for the IchiRuki FC at the Bleachasylum, for the theme: White lingerie.
For some reason I had a 'write an IchiRuki poem syndrome' for weeks. (I don't know why). So thus the birth of this chapter let alone this whole IchiRuki poem collection.
Somehow, I think I still fail at my original intentions to make free verse prose kinds of poems. The amount of rhymes and the simplicity of the whole idea in this crack my bones.
Tasukete!
Oh, and if you are wondering who the two figures are, they are Isshin and Hats 'n Clogs.
So, should I spare the world and stop writing poems? What do you think?