Just guess if I own pokemon or not. Just think about it for a second and you should be right.
It could be worse, I guess
She could hate me like that duck
Or left me with her sisters like she did to two of her pokemon
Or never let me out like the last of our original team
But I don't have it much better
After all, at least starmie and horsea are out and doing something
Yes, we rarely battled
That other kid usually did
But every time she calls for me
Her oldest pokemon now
That moronic duck comes out
She loses
I stay in here
I wish Lugia would curse that pathetic excuse for a water pokemon
It's gotten so bad she rarely even tries to battle.
The only times she usually fights is when she calls poliwag…
Oh Misty, why won't you use me?
Another happy poem by me. I feel that not enough of these angst stories about pokemon are out there…well, I haven't seen any about staru, at least, so there are not many Staru angst fics, which makes this semi-original.
