You Might Just Love the Girl If…
By Flygon-sama~
…You forgive her…
"Twinkle, Twinkle little star I want to hit you with my car. Throw you from a tree so high, in hopes you break your neck and die. Toss you in a pool of sharks, lock you outside after dark. Pull the hairs out of your head, and trip you so you hit your head. Oh please, Oh please just disappear I really hate you… You're a queer…"
"I take it you're still mad at me for stealing your pudding?"
"Die."
"Yep, you're still mad."
"Twinkle, Twinkle little star I'm sorry for taking your pudding jar. I want to hug you not two times but three, in hopes that you might be forgiving of me. I was a fool to take what was yours, maybe to compensate I'll do some of your chores. Eating that pudding filled my mind with glee, I had no idea it would make you so pissed at me. Oh please, Oh please forgive me dear sis being shunned by you is simply amiss… I love you…"
"…"
"Do you forgive me Matsuri? I really am sorry…"
"Yeah, yeah I forgive you Inori, jeez…"
"… You're blushing right now aren't you?"
"I AM NOT!
"Awwww you're so cute!"
"Die!"
"Love you too!"
~End~
Ending Notes: So I was in Sociology class and then suddenly *WHAP* Inspiration slapped me in the face! I heard a friend say the first part of my poem and so I reworded it a little and extended it, all within class… Yeah I can't focus, but what do you expect from a 6-8:45 P.M. class!?
There were a few little poems that didn't make it into the final cut like: "Trip and fall flat on your face, spray you in the eyes with mace." And "Fail to fall asleep at night, find your favorite dress is too tight." Then who can forget "Run and kiss you on the cheek, bring out the side of you that's really meek"
It wasn't until the fourth or fifth line that this became a Matsuri X Inori story; the first few minutes of writing it was a KonaKaga with Konata being the angry one, so here is a small poem that I came up for Konata before it was scrapped and the main characters changed: "I hope you're attacked by cats and dogs, then lose all your Pikmin to Pollywogs."
