The-Crazy-Cyborg: I'm starting up poetry again, so I hope you like it. It's about the cyborgs and the people they have touched. I hope you like it. If you would like to make a special request for someone I didn't do or you want me to do again, please tell me. I will be happy to do it. The first one is 001.
001
Blue-haired Ivan Wisky
Was not very frisky.
He was only 6 months old
When his father went cold,
His father decided he didn't need a son no more,
So with this new task, all his energy did pour.
Now Ivan isn't normal,
His speech is now compleatly formal.
Everyone that sees him
Don't know his brain is filled with knowledge to the brim.
Just be polite, nod and go swiftly, don't look back,
Or he might just make all your thoughts his afternoon snack.
So, so long, farewell,
And hope your travels are well,
Just remember, that whenever you hear that a little child was killed,
Just remember that this little child's babyhood was left unfulfilled.