I'm not just in a mood for poetry but like humorous, happy poetry. I've been in such a good mood for like, ever, and might as well use it to write and try to get rid of the worse case of writer's block I've ever had. Notice in my profile that every story is under writer's block? All right, back to parodize (if that's a word) something in poetry form! But what to parodize, Breezy, what? Why the heck is Breezy talking in third person all of a sudden?
So read on if you want to; I'm not stopping you. But if you get offended or disgusted with me about what I wrote, it's your fault, not mine. I'm not stopping you from reading on, but I'm not urging you to read it either. So ... Yeah.
Enjoy!
There are plenty of 'em out there
but not enough of me.
Why the hell do you write about THEM
when I'm right here you see?
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Other call them cute together,
Others think they're cool.
But look, you see, I have green hair!
I think I'm tight; I rule!
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Brendan Birch, what the hell?
He think he is all that!
But I know what he's really like.
I want to whack him with a bat!
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May, the girl with dark-blue eyes,
She's really quite a bore.
She only talks about the mall,
She really is a snore.
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I don't get why you write
about the most boring trainers here.
It's like your brain is on one function.
You need to change your career.
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"Oh look at me, I'm Brendan, whee!"
That boy freaks me out.
People find him interesting,
But I find him weird no doubt.
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Oh dang that May, she has no brain
with her clueless smile abroad.
Others think I like her
but I respond, "Oh, god!"
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I sometimes read your stories
that feature Brendan and May.
Some of them are good, but the others
are barely okay.
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Now if you don't believe me,
Look at those stories and see.
How many are alike,
And I hope you do agree.
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Sometimes they change Brendan's name,
Others add themselves in,
Oh, that one there is funny
because they put me in a trash can bin.
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I really hate this bashing crap,
What the hell did I do to you?
Don't give me your fuckin' glare, all right?!
Oh, go and eat your shoe.
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Well, yeah, whatever! Screw you too!
I hope you go to hell!
I hope you get sucked in by a hole in the sky!
If you don't like it, oh well!
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I hope YOUR brain get bashed in too,
I hope the sky falls on your head!
I hope you packed your bags tonight
for I hope you wind up DEAD!
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Haha, you believed me!
You're so easy to convince.
Please, oh please, don't hurt me!
I haven't had a beating since.
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Anyway, back to Brendan and May,
What's with this romantic stuff?
I don't know about you,
But I already had enough.
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Maybe I'm just jealous,
Hell, maybe I'm just weird.
Or maybe I do like May ...
Oh shit it's what I've feared!
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Whatever, I don't give a damn!
It's not like I will get her.
There's no doubt that Brendan will
or at least I hope he better!
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Anyway, back to me,
I am strong and I am smart.
I train my Pokemon so ever well
and I am kind at heart.
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So now you think I'm arrogant,
but I don't really care.
Look, it's green, can you see?
What color is YOUR hair?
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Now as my poem comes to an end,
And you become all jolly,
Perhaps you'll take this into account
and write a story about Wally!
Done! Next poem will be ... something.
LaTeR dAyZ!