KX: WAHA!! I am back!! And I have no idea what this poem is going to be about… Strange, is it not?
Burakki: Write about ME!!!
KX: NO! I already did an Umbreon poem.
Burakki: SO? It wasn't about ME!!
KX: DEAL WITH IT!! Hmm… thinks maybe… hmm…
Saiakku: She must be in a lot of pain right now. I've never seen her think so hard. It's quite amazing actually.
KX: Hey! I'm thinking over here!! thinks AHA!! I have it!
Disclaimer: Nope, don't own Pokemon and I'm not old enough for you to sew so don't even try.
Paws pound the ground,
Never daring,
To turn around.
Free spirit,
That can never be tamed,
Although many have tried,
And left you quite maimed.
Fire burns inside you,
Waiting to be unleashed,
But what comes out instead,
Is your elegant speed.
Eyes burning red,
And red they will stay,
For the red is not rage,
Your eyes are always that way.
Forced to evolve,
Although you didn't really mind,
Now with a trainer,
Who is much more than kind.
Your life is good,
As it always has been,
You get lots of food,
And get to sleep in.
You used to run fast,
But now you are fat and lazy.
What happened to that brilliant spirit,
I once knew?
KX: Waha! I did it! This is kind of my view of what happens to a Pokemon once they have been caught and tamed. Fat and lazy! Ha! It makes me laugh! To bad I can't put sounds to a word document, eh? And no, I am not from Canada (no offense to all those Canadian's out there. -)
Burakki: I still say that you should have done me… pouts
KX: I told you to deal with it already! Yeesh… That's also what happens when you tame a Pokemon. They always want you to think about them and nothing else. Goodness…
