The Slayers

A Limerick by Burianna Matsuda

There is a young teen named Lina.

To Gourry she is Mean-ah!

With a flat chest right there,

The men seem to stare.

Her hair is red, but not green-ah!

There's also a guy named Zelgaddis.

He's definitely not a goddess.

With hair made of wire,

It's him I admire.

He's anything but modest.

There's also a priestess named Filia,

And also a princess named Amelia,

As this poem ends,

My farewells I send.

My name is Burianna NOT CELIA!

A/N:

I like to play with string.

And I like Gundam Wing!

I wrote this in school.

My friends think it's cool.

It could be a song, SO LET'S SING!

If anything doesn't really rhyme,

I'm sorry, I don't have time,

To meet all your needs,

And eat sunflower seeds.

Don't steal! THIS POEM IS MINE!

About this, you musn't think!

This whole poem, it must stink!

If you steal, give me credit.

There now, I said it!

I'm going to the skating rink!