One Evening's Masquerade
Notes: This poem is going to be primarily done in Misao's POV unless noted otherwise. If you have any questions or comments feel free to communicate them to me through the review option. Thank you and please enjoy my poemfic.
Disclaimer: You know the schpeal. I don't own rurouni kenshin or any of thecharacters...I just love manipulating with their heads though. Muahahahahahahaha *evil laugh*
Little Girl?! I cannot believe these men!
Words, cruel obscenities, Oh...I...damn men!
I grab the jerk and throw him to the ground,
Knees and elbows pin him with all my weight.
"Don't call me 'little girl' or I WILL pound
You to a pulp." As I sit there and wait,
For a reply, The men – all – cheer me on.
The men pat me and grin while they lift me.
They help the geezer. And then, sit with me.
It was all just a test - Now I belong.
Their jovial chatter embraces me;
A vulgar group, but I part of their throng.
"What's wrong?" one asks and I tell the story
Of my life, from infancy and so on.
"Will you help me to become a lady?
Onegai! I need to be a lady."
Wrinkled, worried expressions, quite fatherly,
Peer at me. They stay quiet while thinking.
One man replies: "We'll help though we truly
Don't know if it will work." I was floating
-Spinning around with mirth on the bar floor
-Dancing in merriment out the front door.
