The Last Donut-A Vash Poem
The street is cold
The air is still
Drenched with sweat and determined will
His fingers twitch
His green eyes glaze
Just seconds later his guns would blaze
Twin suns stand high
Twin sons face off
Somewhere behind them someone coughs
Gold eyes narrow
Knive's goes wide
Stampede just stands with nothing to hide
Girls fret and fuss
Nick grinds his teeth
As he pulls his knife from it's sheath
Plate between them
With crumbs on it
"That last donut was mine you white-haired twit!"
His hand moves quick
Knives reacts too
"Wait!" screams Zazie. "I found more donuts for you!"
They settle down
With food and booze
Vash points at Knives. "You knew you'd lose."
"We'll see one day,
This ain't the end."
"Just shut up and pass the donuts friend."