Disclaimer: I do not own Petshop of Horrors, but the poem titled Suger is
mine!
Time Frame: That VERY first scene where Leon finally walks into the
Petshop when that little girl has that bird.
Title: Suger
Summary: Not a blooming romance, not a new pet in the store. Just the
day at the petshop. With the Count, and more.
Warnings: None really... Um... a bit complicated?
Rating: PG
Note: The poem Suger is a poem I wrote about the Count... its... meh...
got some hidden meaning to me behind it, though I don't know if it would
make any sense. Heh dout it.
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Not a blooming Romance
Not a New Pet in the store
Oh, no, it couldn't be that
Repeat Repeat
Suger, Suger coating
What could be new?
Maybe something old
Or... something no one knew?
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The day starts off, normal enough. Door jingles twice, signifing the
opening of the day. No one here yet. But no need to worry. Its ok.
Early morning, the animals stirr. Awaken by the bright new day, unsure
whats on their way.
The pleasant smile on the Counts face, ah yes. It shall be ok.
The day begins, filled of feeding and cleaning. Laughing and playing.
Rants and scowldings. Day ticks by, my my how time can fly.
The door raddles once, no twice, a customer a customer!
Greetings oh greetings, my dearest human. What wish do you want forfilled.
What desires do you want to kindle? How can we be of service to you, help
you realize that you'll probably never get it right anyways.
A human's desire. All laugh in spite. How pitiful. How petty. How
uncontrollably beautiful.
The customer, sweet sweet customer, he wishes for a happiness. A happiness
like suger.
Coxing his words, with the suger so sweet. He wants. He wants. How can
he get free?
Something unusual, he says, but it must be very plain.
A certain breed of dog, replies the Count, may fit to your fancy.
Oh no, no, no, no. This poor customer can't see it. His desires, he feels
they run deep. Such a creature needs to be elegant. As if a cainine
isn't.... thus then, a bird, a bird!
But the human, still unsure.
Annoyance greets the Count.
Poor human, unable to find wahts there before him. The idiotic human takes
the leave of the store. Cravings unmet, and his patience sore.
The Count moves, solmly threw the shop, cursing the foolishness of said
race. How can one recieve their desire, when they fan't seem to see it
face to face!
Midday approches. As does midday tea-time stolls on by. The Count sits,
just to enjoy the time with his cherry pie. Suger so sweet. So pure. It
brings mock tears, to said Count's eyes.
Again the door-bell's raddle. Not once but twice. Another human threw the
door. Another one to see if they find their dream forfilled.
A little, little girl. Charming and sweet. Sweet like suger. Oh she does
deserve a treat!
Cookie in hand, pets to pet in the other. She seems almost content.
Almost, almost isn't there.
The Count asks, for what do you wish, and for what purpose would the wish
hold to?
The story the child tells, such a sad tale indeed. Her daddy ran away with
another woman. And her mother is brought to tears.
Such a poor child. Such a sweet child. Sugery sweet. She wants a
compainion. To keep her mother well.
The Count just smiles, oh suger coated and all.
She walks from the shop, holding to her a cage. Inside said cage, a cute
little bird. Such a perfect match, for her and the bird.
Suger so sweet. Happiness raidates. Feeligns of pride and restored hope.
What a parade!
A wave farwell, ta-ta, goodbye!
Back to the shop, the Count does slip in. He wonders, then and only then.
By which means, is he suppose to tell. What might mean good-bye might mean
a greeting of sorts.
Down the stairs, a non-customer type wanders. Bringing a negitive face,
and non-needed desire.
May be a lust of nothing. Such as cravings for sweet.
Like Suger Suger Suger....
Nothing but a tasteless treat.
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From the Begining
One shall always know
Human's true desire
Minus one who wouldn't know
No blooming Romance
No new pet to the store
On no, not a repeat
No suger coated words told anymore
----====----
Owari...
My first Petshop of Horrors fanfics. Be gentel.
mine!
Time Frame: That VERY first scene where Leon finally walks into the
Petshop when that little girl has that bird.
Title: Suger
Summary: Not a blooming romance, not a new pet in the store. Just the
day at the petshop. With the Count, and more.
Warnings: None really... Um... a bit complicated?
Rating: PG
Note: The poem Suger is a poem I wrote about the Count... its... meh...
got some hidden meaning to me behind it, though I don't know if it would
make any sense. Heh dout it.
----====----
Not a blooming Romance
Not a New Pet in the store
Oh, no, it couldn't be that
Repeat Repeat
Suger, Suger coating
What could be new?
Maybe something old
Or... something no one knew?
----------------------------------------------------------------------------
----------------------------------------
The day starts off, normal enough. Door jingles twice, signifing the
opening of the day. No one here yet. But no need to worry. Its ok.
Early morning, the animals stirr. Awaken by the bright new day, unsure
whats on their way.
The pleasant smile on the Counts face, ah yes. It shall be ok.
The day begins, filled of feeding and cleaning. Laughing and playing.
Rants and scowldings. Day ticks by, my my how time can fly.
The door raddles once, no twice, a customer a customer!
Greetings oh greetings, my dearest human. What wish do you want forfilled.
What desires do you want to kindle? How can we be of service to you, help
you realize that you'll probably never get it right anyways.
A human's desire. All laugh in spite. How pitiful. How petty. How
uncontrollably beautiful.
The customer, sweet sweet customer, he wishes for a happiness. A happiness
like suger.
Coxing his words, with the suger so sweet. He wants. He wants. How can
he get free?
Something unusual, he says, but it must be very plain.
A certain breed of dog, replies the Count, may fit to your fancy.
Oh no, no, no, no. This poor customer can't see it. His desires, he feels
they run deep. Such a creature needs to be elegant. As if a cainine
isn't.... thus then, a bird, a bird!
But the human, still unsure.
Annoyance greets the Count.
Poor human, unable to find wahts there before him. The idiotic human takes
the leave of the store. Cravings unmet, and his patience sore.
The Count moves, solmly threw the shop, cursing the foolishness of said
race. How can one recieve their desire, when they fan't seem to see it
face to face!
Midday approches. As does midday tea-time stolls on by. The Count sits,
just to enjoy the time with his cherry pie. Suger so sweet. So pure. It
brings mock tears, to said Count's eyes.
Again the door-bell's raddle. Not once but twice. Another human threw the
door. Another one to see if they find their dream forfilled.
A little, little girl. Charming and sweet. Sweet like suger. Oh she does
deserve a treat!
Cookie in hand, pets to pet in the other. She seems almost content.
Almost, almost isn't there.
The Count asks, for what do you wish, and for what purpose would the wish
hold to?
The story the child tells, such a sad tale indeed. Her daddy ran away with
another woman. And her mother is brought to tears.
Such a poor child. Such a sweet child. Sugery sweet. She wants a
compainion. To keep her mother well.
The Count just smiles, oh suger coated and all.
She walks from the shop, holding to her a cage. Inside said cage, a cute
little bird. Such a perfect match, for her and the bird.
Suger so sweet. Happiness raidates. Feeligns of pride and restored hope.
What a parade!
A wave farwell, ta-ta, goodbye!
Back to the shop, the Count does slip in. He wonders, then and only then.
By which means, is he suppose to tell. What might mean good-bye might mean
a greeting of sorts.
Down the stairs, a non-customer type wanders. Bringing a negitive face,
and non-needed desire.
May be a lust of nothing. Such as cravings for sweet.
Like Suger Suger Suger....
Nothing but a tasteless treat.
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From the Begining
One shall always know
Human's true desire
Minus one who wouldn't know
No blooming Romance
No new pet to the store
On no, not a repeat
No suger coated words told anymore
----====----
Owari...
My first Petshop of Horrors fanfics. Be gentel.