O Kenshin! My Kenshin!
1
O Kenshin! My Kenshin! Your movie have I seen;
Each night I've watched an episode, and rewound certain scenes;
Your plight revealed, your pain I feel, your anger so engaging;
Your amber eyes, your hair unbound, I love to watch you raging:
But O Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!
This Rurouni fights instead
of hitokiri Battousai,
and still the wicked dread!
2
O Kenshin! my Kenshin! Rise up and do proceed
to wipe the floor with villains' heads, I love to watch them bleed!
For you I sit awake at night, to hear you say "oro!"
For you I pine, this sleepy girl, de gozaru yo;
Here Kenshin! dear swordsman!
Crossed scars and hair of red,
and hitokiri Battousai
lurking in your head.
3
My Kenshin does not answer, for he does not exist,
but in the minds of fic writers, and every fan artist;
The perfect man, so strong and brave, who cooks and shops and cleans,
and treats each girl that he protects as if she were a queen.
Away, O dorks, begone, O jerks!
For I would have, instead
the hitokiri Battousai,
or Rurouni, in my bed.
^_^
(C) JKD '01 Please do not use without permission.
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(ORIGINAL "O Captain! My Captain!" By Walt Whitman)
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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1
O Kenshin! My Kenshin! Your movie have I seen;
Each night I've watched an episode, and rewound certain scenes;
Your plight revealed, your pain I feel, your anger so engaging;
Your amber eyes, your hair unbound, I love to watch you raging:
But O Sweet! Sweet! Sweet!
This Rurouni fights instead
of hitokiri Battousai,
and still the wicked dread!
2
O Kenshin! my Kenshin! Rise up and do proceed
to wipe the floor with villains' heads, I love to watch them bleed!
For you I sit awake at night, to hear you say "oro!"
For you I pine, this sleepy girl, de gozaru yo;
Here Kenshin! dear swordsman!
Crossed scars and hair of red,
and hitokiri Battousai
lurking in your head.
3
My Kenshin does not answer, for he does not exist,
but in the minds of fic writers, and every fan artist;
The perfect man, so strong and brave, who cooks and shops and cleans,
and treats each girl that he protects as if she were a queen.
Away, O dorks, begone, O jerks!
For I would have, instead
the hitokiri Battousai,
or Rurouni, in my bed.
^_^
(C) JKD '01 Please do not use without permission.
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(ORIGINAL "O Captain! My Captain!" By Walt Whitman)
1
O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
2
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up-for you the flag is flung-for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreaths-for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You've fallen cold and dead.
3
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.
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