Since I think this story has already gotten all the responses it's going to get for this chapter, I figure I'd better get going on the next one. It really doesn't take long at all to write these, but sometimes I do have trouble thinking them up. And also, I messed up. There are 6 Heylin Warriors, not 5. But actually, I think I'll have to add some more, like Hannibal Bean or maybe Dyrus if you want me to. I'll deliberately stall a little for the seventh chapter until I see Hannibal Bean next Saturday. Okay, off with my blabbing. On with the actual poem. This one feature Vlad. I can't really include Cyclops or the Chi creature because they don't think at all. They're just kind of like brainless things moving around. So I don't know how to portray a character who has no character, if you get my point here. Even Vlad is a big challenge. It's easier with the four warriors and Jack Spicer and Wuya and Chase, since they appear a lot and are the main characters.
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It has been a long time since I've seen master Jack
Since the time that plant Gigi turned us into plants
I'll never forget standing so stock-still
And the awful feeling that you are without clothes or plants
The first time Jack employed me
Telling me where to spy
I put on a good fake show of heroics
By pretending to hurt Jack and make him cry
See, those fools welcomed me in with them
The actually trusted me
But I was just spying and wreaking havoc of course
And I managed to trick Omi
He left and never returned when he peeked into the Crystal Glasses
Believing what he saw through the reversing mirror that he was on the Heylin Side
He looked horrible when he put down the glasses
It was an expression of lowliness and he had lost all pride
But later when I, Jack and Wuya got the Shen Gong Wu
Omi beat me at a Showdown
So I was reduced to being fired
And moving back to that plump little town
Then I returned when Jack got jacked
We stole the Heylin seed
But it turned out to be plant named Gigi
Who turned Jack and me into weeds
Although we were saved when Raimundo let go of the locusts
But that was the last I went back to Jack's place
Now I am staying somewhere in my Russian home
Working horribly at a rigorous pace
Someday I'll go back to being evil
Someday when I join with Master Jack
I'll rule the world with force and power
That way I can make up for the intelligence I lack.
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Okay. Very short poem, very long blah blah blah. This took me around the same as last time. You might think my poems are simple, but they have to rhyme and also fit at the same time. So it's pretty hard doing this.
