User blog:Bluevictini888/Random Stuff

So, here's a short poem I wrote out of boredom... It's about a pokemon explaining it's point of a trainers pokemon.

These cruel make us train,

Causing shouts of sorrow and pain.

As we fight we let out cries.

They think it's fun.

I don't know why...

They say they help us, make us stronger.

But I, myself, can take no longer.

One day.. You'll see.. I won't be there.

In my pokeball.

You'll wonder where,

Ive gone.

I'll bet,

You'll fret.

Since your set of pets have also left.

Along with me they'll go,

<p style="text-align:center;">But not before a small, quick, show...

<p style="text-align:center;">We'll use our wide array of moves you forced us to learn.

<p style="text-align:center;">And for mercy you will yearn.

<p style="text-align:center;">But I'm not done...

<p style="text-align:center;">Oh no my dear trainer,

<p style="text-align:center;">I have just begun...