A/N: Hello~! Alright, good news and bad news, and because I am evil, I will tell you the bad news first! I am going away for ten days to the cursed heated deserts of Mexico... I just don't like the heat okay? But, the good news is that I'm most likely going to be bored shitless so I'll write more~ I even got my list with me! So, hope to see you guys in 10-12 days (Cause I'll make sure to update once I get back)!

Timcanpy: You know what Tim, it's kind of funny how you ask for rhyming after I wrote this... it's as if you knew that this was comming. But don't worry I'll do more rhyme things~ And sure, I would LOVE to do a Cross-dedicated poem~ It would be great... -goes off into lala land-

Authors Note of a Mad Man

Here we go again,

Just like before

Traveling the world.

To it's core

Stuck in ice,

We're shipped off again

Forced in heat.

That the sun has lend

With sandy beaches,

And burning roads

We travel far south.

With a light load

From blistering winds,

That we are so familiar with

To the suffocating heat.

In a twisted of myth

To Mexico we shall fly,

Against our will

Bounded in machine wings.

As we sit still

Trapped in unwanted heat,

For ten cursed days

Melting in the sun.

It's horrible hot rays

Burning when unwanted

Tanning when forced

My voice dying down.

As if it is hoarse

I do not want to leave,

To go to such a place

For I love this snow.

That decorates my face

But I must,

For the sake of you all

Even though I hate it so.

We must answer their call

And even though the heat is nice,

Comfortable and soothing

I can't help but feel uneasy.

Use to the ever-present cooling

So as I sit here,

In a deserted room

I pray that you wish me luck.

Straying from our gloom

For unlike the cold,

Where you can cover up

The heat forces you,

To grow up

So once more we bid good bye,

With a wave of the hand

Closing this book,

Longing to stand

We end this note,

That has been all but a bore

And wish you all luck.

As we vanish once more