Disclaimer: I Do Not Own Pokemon or anything made by anyone else.

Pikachu was glad

Pikachu was sad

Pikachu was mad

All these emotions she had

Pika was scared

Of what they had dared

Her to do

She had to go through

Through the cave

Complete alone

No matter how she behave

She wanted to moan

To moan her fears

To release her tears

I just wanted to say hi

When I saw you

Then say bye

But that's not what you do

Type of fire

Isn't it dire

To win this match

Without a scratch

Type of grass

Will not pass

This chance

They can enhance

Type of dark

You leave your mark

In the shadows

Of all windows

Type of steel

Never dull

One so real

With magnetic pull

Type of ice

Ever nice

Being chill

Forever till

Type of normal

Sometimes formal

Always the same

Not for fame

Type of rock

You never mock

You are so quiet

Never would you start a riot

Type of ground

Always down

Forever dirty

Never flirty

Type of flying

Forever in flight

Even when dying

You make your plight

Type of ghost

I am your host

So take me now

With a huge pow