Boss: Hullo! Welcome to the poem that I thought up for no apparent reason! Well, enjo-
Archibald: And now I'm going to adress a serious matter here! People out there have probably been wondering what the holy ham I am. Well, I am a perfectly healthy sock puppet! There's a very interesting story behind that but-
Boss: BUT, he needs to have his time out now! -throws him into washing machine of doom!- Now on with the show!
WHY?
Why is my master gone?
Why did he leave me here?
Did he mean to lock me up?
Did he mean to flash that hateful leer?
What?
Do my ears deceive me?
How?
Does he mean to free me?
Is this where my master dwells?
No, just a child
but is there power behind those green pools?
Yes, behind them it runs wild.
So I invoked the Sacred Vows
upon the small girl
and bestowed upon her a staff
and took her life for a whirl
Now she sleeps,
deams deep
my Master
my Sakura.