Doom, Doom!
In the dark gloom
You see red eyes
In the cave room
Howl, Howl!
Hear that yowl?
A dark creature
Is on the prowl!
Swish, swish!
Here it wish
To not be shunned
To not be wolfish
There, there!
Oh beware!
See it growl
And then shed a tear!
Go, go!
See it bellow
Try to be friendly
Yet not coming off mellow!
Poor, poor Houndoom
Lost and alone
No family there
Born with a harsh tone!
Fire, fire!
He’s now angry
Uses his flame thrower
Not at all cheery
Angry Houndoom
Walks alone
Sad and raged
With no home!
Houndoom, Houndoom in the gloom...

this poem is truly remarkable. It made me feel so much sadness for Houndoom I wanted to stop reading. I am officially a fan of Arcanine 909. The imagery used in this masterpiece is impeccable.
ReplyDeleteincredible poem