JOY OF JOYS
(Chapter Two)
A pokemon fanfic by okkaywarner
Here's part two since I got some response from folks saying they'd like to see more. Hope you all like. Keep giving me feedback if you don't mind. =o) And sorry about Misty's little English lesson in there. =o)
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"Joy oh Joy you are my joy
You bring me joy
My lovely joy.
Joy oh joy
Let me be your boy
Joy joy joy
And you make me happy!"
Brock read the poem he had just written for Nurse Joy. Ash and Misty's expressions were similar to that of a person who had just sunk their teeth into a nice juicy lemon.
Misty tried to look as encouraging as she could muster. "It's...nice, Brock." She managed to say, a weak smile on her face.
Ash blinked. "Well...Brock...You know I don't like that kind of 'love' stuff...but it's great for something that I don't even like!"
Brock considered Ash's statement for a moment and decided it was as close to a compliment as he'd get.
Misty was looking over Brock's shoulder now, peering nervously at the attempted love poem. "If I might make a little suggestion..." She said "Put some similes and metaphors in it. Make it deeper and more meaningful." She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the kind of love poem she would like to get.
"Symbolies and Mephadors?" Ash asked, looking very puzzled.
"Yeah, what do you mean by that, Misty?"Brock questioned, a look similar to Ash's on his face.
Misty gave a concerned frown. "Similes and metaphors...didn't you boys ever take a grammar or vocabulary class or anything?"
"I did!" Brock's voice rang out, proudly...then added "I just never paid attention."
Ash was scratching his head and smiling, struck with and idea. "Oooh! Metaphor! Isn't that like when a Caterpie turns into a Butterfree?"
Misty snorted. "You're both dumb. A simile is like...um...'As smooth as silk' or 'as cute as a pikachu...'"
"Piika?!" Pikachu said, curiously, hearing it's name mentioned.
Misty patted Pikachu's head softly. "Yeah...like a comparison..." She went on "But similes use 'like' or 'as' and metaphors don't. Like in saying 'Misty is a beautiful blooming flower!' That's a metaphor!"
Ash was laughing. "Yeah, right! More like 'Misty is a rotting banana!"
Misty growled and wasted no time in smacking Ash hard across the face. "You make me SO mad, Ash Ketcham! You insensitive little---"
While Misty was putting some smack down on Ash, Brock looked thoughtfully at his poem for Nurse Joy. He began to rewrite:
Joy oh Joy
As smooth as silk
As cute as a pikachu
You Bring me joy
Let me be your boy
Misty is a beautiful blooming flower.
He grinned. "I think I've got the hang of it now! Misty! Look at this!"
Misty left a pummeled Ash on the floor and took Brock's poem again, reading it over. "Brock! You just copied down what I said!"
"Isn't that what you told me to do?"
"No!" Misty fumed a little, losing her temper with Brock. "You idiot! Can't you do anything right? I..."
Brock pouted at her. "Show me how...please? I really want to make a good impression on Nurse Joy..."
Misty sighed. "Alright, Brock. Leave this to me." She snatched the pen Brock was holding and began to do some serious editing.
AUTHOR SAYS: Next chapter coming soon, folks...if you want it!
(Chapter Two)
A pokemon fanfic by okkaywarner
Here's part two since I got some response from folks saying they'd like to see more. Hope you all like. Keep giving me feedback if you don't mind. =o) And sorry about Misty's little English lesson in there. =o)
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"Joy oh Joy you are my joy
You bring me joy
My lovely joy.
Joy oh joy
Let me be your boy
Joy joy joy
And you make me happy!"
Brock read the poem he had just written for Nurse Joy. Ash and Misty's expressions were similar to that of a person who had just sunk their teeth into a nice juicy lemon.
Misty tried to look as encouraging as she could muster. "It's...nice, Brock." She managed to say, a weak smile on her face.
Ash blinked. "Well...Brock...You know I don't like that kind of 'love' stuff...but it's great for something that I don't even like!"
Brock considered Ash's statement for a moment and decided it was as close to a compliment as he'd get.
Misty was looking over Brock's shoulder now, peering nervously at the attempted love poem. "If I might make a little suggestion..." She said "Put some similes and metaphors in it. Make it deeper and more meaningful." She closed her eyes for a moment, imagining the kind of love poem she would like to get.
"Symbolies and Mephadors?" Ash asked, looking very puzzled.
"Yeah, what do you mean by that, Misty?"Brock questioned, a look similar to Ash's on his face.
Misty gave a concerned frown. "Similes and metaphors...didn't you boys ever take a grammar or vocabulary class or anything?"
"I did!" Brock's voice rang out, proudly...then added "I just never paid attention."
Ash was scratching his head and smiling, struck with and idea. "Oooh! Metaphor! Isn't that like when a Caterpie turns into a Butterfree?"
Misty snorted. "You're both dumb. A simile is like...um...'As smooth as silk' or 'as cute as a pikachu...'"
"Piika?!" Pikachu said, curiously, hearing it's name mentioned.
Misty patted Pikachu's head softly. "Yeah...like a comparison..." She went on "But similes use 'like' or 'as' and metaphors don't. Like in saying 'Misty is a beautiful blooming flower!' That's a metaphor!"
Ash was laughing. "Yeah, right! More like 'Misty is a rotting banana!"
Misty growled and wasted no time in smacking Ash hard across the face. "You make me SO mad, Ash Ketcham! You insensitive little---"
While Misty was putting some smack down on Ash, Brock looked thoughtfully at his poem for Nurse Joy. He began to rewrite:
Joy oh Joy
As smooth as silk
As cute as a pikachu
You Bring me joy
Let me be your boy
Misty is a beautiful blooming flower.
He grinned. "I think I've got the hang of it now! Misty! Look at this!"
Misty left a pummeled Ash on the floor and took Brock's poem again, reading it over. "Brock! You just copied down what I said!"
"Isn't that what you told me to do?"
"No!" Misty fumed a little, losing her temper with Brock. "You idiot! Can't you do anything right? I..."
Brock pouted at her. "Show me how...please? I really want to make a good impression on Nurse Joy..."
Misty sighed. "Alright, Brock. Leave this to me." She snatched the pen Brock was holding and began to do some serious editing.
AUTHOR SAYS: Next chapter coming soon, folks...if you want it!