A Bunch of Poems

 

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Authoress’ note:

I wrote a bunch of poems one day and this is the result. Some of them are funny and some of them are Serious but they are all mine. I recommend reading at least Knuckles’s poem because I worked hard on it and it’s good. This is in the SEGA Sonic universe and are in the opinion of the character the poem is about. I really don’t have a problem with any of these characters so don’t get the wrong idea about me. Comments and suggestions are welcome so feel free! You can reach me <a href=”mailto:mojo9888@hotmail.com”>here</a>.

 

 

Amy’s poem.

 

Some say that I am insane

Some say that I have no brain

But all things considered

They’re old, dried and withered

Because I’m the goddess of pink

Some say I am too pink

I say stuff your head in a sink!

I say they’re insane

Because it is plain

That I am the goddess of pink

Some say I stole Sonic from Sally

I say that they’re right down my alley

Sally’s a perve

That Sonic doesn’t deserve

Because I’m the goddess of pink

Some say that I’m an idiot

I say come over here and say it!

My Piko Piko hammer

Will end me in the slammer

Because I’m the goddess of pink.

 

Knuckles’ poem.

 

My people have left

Gone from their own greed

Tikal, my ancestor

Trapped in a prison that has me too

Her warnings I must heed

Chaos, my history

God of destruction

A danger to us all

Eggman, my enemy

Robotic geinius

His tyranny must fall

Sonic, my ally

Speed matched by no one

His friendship, I am at a loss

Chao, my friends

Live on this island prison with me

I must stop this chaos

Alone on this prison

That is how it will always be.

 

Sonic’s poem.

 

The speed, the exhilaration, the wind against my cheeks

My passion

The beauty, the grace, the one who’ll always be there

My love

The laughter, the innocence, the one who I can count on

My friend

The hatred, the tyranny, the one who causes me pain

My enemy

The speed, the beauty, the laughter, the hatred

Myself.

 

Tails’ poem.

 

I want to fly high

So I can have pie

I think you will die

If I don’t have pie

I do wonder why

The price is so high

For a peace of pie

I think I will cry

If I don’t have my

Beautiful pie

In a knot I will tie

This scared guy

If I don’t get my

Beautiful pie

I’m going to fly

Into the sky

With this scared guy

And drop him from high

If I don’t get my

Beautiful pie.