Discliamer: I do not own Power Rangers, but I did write the poem.
A/N: This is my favorite of the poems, and probably the best of them...
When Chip found the folded paper, he nearly laughed out loud. He loved Vida's poetry, good or bad, especially when she folded the paper. He picked up the yellow paper and admired the folding; it was Guardia, his ranger emblem and zord. "Is everything all right?" Toby asked.
Chip turned, pushing the paper into the pocket on his uniform, "Toby," he said, "I- uh, everything's fine. I was just getting ready for my shift."
"All right," Toby said, he wandered back into his office and Chip sighed. After he clocked in, he headed to the front of the store to figure out just what needed to be done.
The first of the month comic and music rush kept him busy until his lunch, but before he could open the paper, the alert on his Mystic Morpher went off. Chip growled and tucked the paper back in his pocket before following Nick and Xander to join Madison and Vida.
The monster they were fighting was…disgusting. And after the third 'slime' incident, Chip was seriously starting to become annoyed; which irritated him because Chip rarely did annoyed. In the end, it was his irritation that led him to pave the way to end the battle. He returned to work late from his break, clocked back in and went to work with barely a word to Toby or LeeLee who smirked at him until he backed her against the register, "I am not in the mood," he hissed, and something in him eased at LeeLee's clear discomfort, "just stay out of my way and I'll stay out of yours." Then, feeling vaguely ashamed, he headed over to tackle the comic books.
After work, his strange, bad mood didn't fade, after the third customer who obviously didn't know anything about the comic books they were buying it was hard to be comfortable. Instead of heading home, or calling Xander, Chip headed for the archery range, where he lost himself in the familiar act of shooting targets. He wasn't perfect, but he found that picturing the people who had irritated him drew the irritation out of him. Finally, with a sigh, he started home. As he walked, Chip pulled out Vida's poem, finally in a state of mind to read it.
How interesting the mind
That sees a cape
When others see a towel
How interesting the mind
That always sees a quest
Where others see a chore
How interesting the mind
That believes still in honor
But can you see that in the end
You honor me as friend
Chip laughed aloud as he finished the poem. It was exactly what he'd needed to restore his natural good humor, and just in time. He turned down the drive way to his home, and grinned as he heard the familiar welcome of the hord.