Ode to Jin

Jin you are my dearest son

Though it seems that you never have fun

You hate your own father

He's more than a bother

And Hwoarang's your most hated one.

I am your mother so true.

Listen to me, I'm telling you

Hatred ain't good

No it ain't so you should

Love like your mother did too.

Your father is a stubborn man

To get anything, he'll do what he can

Through thick and through thin

I'm telling you Jin

His head needs to be whacked with a pan.

Jin, my own son, you're so cute!

You're angsty and stubborn to boot.

I know this is cheesy

You might feel quite queasy

A passing train can go toot toot!

That last line is random, I know

But as that old saying goes:

The bigger the better

The tighter the sweater

So randomness doesn't quite blow!
THE END!