Disclaimer: Okay everyone, Pishivee does not own myself, the great Orochimaru, or my servant, Kabuto. Now enjoy this poem about ME!
Orochimaru wanted a pickle,
So a pickle he went to go get.
But the jar, it turned out, was fickle.
"Kabuto can open it!" he bet.
Alas, Kabuto could not undo it.
"It's like it's sealed with a curse!"
So Orochimaru applied his wit,
And when he spoke, he was terse,
"You must find a way to open this jar
Because it's a pickle I want this minute!"
Off Kabuto went, searching wide and far,
But lid-popping info, he did not win it.
When he gave up, Kabuto cried out.
He threw the jar at a wall.
The lid flew off, pickles fell about,
Kabuto stood up with a great call.
"I did it, Orochimaru-sama!"
He gathered the pickles, and home he went,
But just when you think it's through, this drama,
Orochimaru, his patience spent,
Yelled, "Kabuto, you fool, where've you been?
When I said I wanted a pickle,
You should have gotten me one back then!
You could have bought a jar that's less fickle!"
Kabuto, his eye wet with a tear
Realized this venture had lasted a year.