The NoName Omi Limerick

by Arcanine

When you're bored half to death with some bad insomnia, you get to wondering... A little poem about why Omi dresses...the way he does. Be kind, please rewind (review?), it was a spur-of-the-moment thing. Hope ya enjoy...!

Insomnia inspired.  There's not really much to say about it…  It's not long, it's not deep, it's just for a few laughs.  ^^;

The No-Name Omi Limerick

There once was a kid named Omi

All he really wanted was a pony

Persia was mean and wouldn't let 'im

So little Bombay did threaten

To wear women's clothes for all eternity!

[Thank you, thank you.  I'm here 'till Thursday.  Try reviewing.]