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
