Ash likes to talk about Misty, even though he is the same (Yuck!)
Why did I write this poem, I know it's very lame.
Misty needs a comb, her hair is very nappy.
When Brock gets around girls, he always acts sappy.
Ash's nickname is ashy boy.
Everyone knows Misty wants him as her boy toy.
Brock left the the group, for a woman no doubt,
That's about the time, that Tracy came about.(This is just dumb)
Everyone knows that Ash like Misty,
And that they make the perfect pair,
Misty would probably have a better chance,
If she just did something with that hair. (You know I am right too)
Ashes mom just loves Mr. Mime,
I can't believe how I can make this rhyme!
Well, now is the time for me to go,
But when I return I....I....I will be eating a lime.
I don't know if I will be doing any more of this
Brian's Brain: I hope not, that really sucked
Brian: But I liked it..kind of...sort of....almost....not really........no.....that sucked!!
Brian's Brain: Duh!