Izriwi: Uhm... I think I've lost it. If I ever had it, that is. Please don't take this poem seriously. It was inspired by the simple thought I had today during lunch. I thought, "Hey, 'ramen' rhymes with 'shaman!' " I told this to my mom and she told me (sarcastically, I think) to write a poem on it. So here it is.

Obligatory but unwanted disclaimer: I don't own Shaman King.

A Shaman Who Couldn't Eat Ramen

A kid named Yoh was a shaman

But unfortunately, he couldn't eat ramen

It's not that he didn't like it,

His fiancée put him on an all-rice diet.

He tried the best he could

But she merely sat on wood

And told him, "No ramen.

Rice is best for a king of shamans."

He tried to convince various people

To let him eat different staples

(Of food, I mean. A metal

Staple would not be healthful.)

But nobody would listen

To a kid whos belly glistened

So he went back home sadly

And ate his rice obligingly.

The end.

Izriwi: Uhm, like I said, don't take it seriously. Plus, I suck at poetry. I might write another poem or two in this series. Please review!