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Low_Roads
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Round 6:
She's Mine, Boys
Pray, behold my Chickorita!
No! No Pokie's half as sweet!
A proud, long leaf she wears atop
A fighting spirit that won’t stop!
Her necklace of green, pearly buds
Should be a warning to all studs
That she competes for me alone,
So please stop tying up my phone!
Defective, But Comic
(with apologies to Neal Hefti)
He's the terror of the night! He's Zubat!
Believe the legends when they say it's true that:
Undetected from the air,
He may nestle in your hair!
No! No other Pokemon can do that!
Zubat! Zubat! Zubat!
... however...
Trickier than him by far is Golbat!
Through whispered missives, we are plainly told that:
Grinning vampire-like and fey,
He can leak your life away!
Doing creepy things for him is old hat!
Golbat! Golbat! Golbat!
... but wait! There's more...
Worst of all the hoary horde is Crobat!
And there's no way for anyone to know that:
Rising grisly from the grave,
He will make the world his slave!
Feasting on your soul will make him grow fat!
Crobat! Crobat! Crobat!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa!
Crobat!!!!
Double Header
The Kangaskhan are mostly gone,
Destroyed in trophy hunts, sir.
You grab a gun, it’s two for one:
The mommy and her youngster.
Grate Work
Three blind Muks. Three blind Muks.
See how they run. See how they run.
The Muks all ran down the sewer drains.
They went outside, then began the rains.
A nasty sludge is the sole remains
Of three blind Muks.
How Do You Do (That)?
Aipom see, Aipom do;
But don’t think that will work for you.
Though friends may try, they all will fail
To shake the hand upon your tail.
Ghost Story
A Haunter romps in ruins deep,
And on the moonless nights will creep
Into the houses, all asleep,
Of trainers who are chicken.
And when at last he finds his food
He’ll take advantage of their mood
To tickle them, and tickle good,
By giving them a lickin’.
Noctowl’s Evil Eye
His saucer eye supplies surprise
To those who’ve chosen stare-down tries.
They feel their brains convert to grains
When whirling, circling iris drains.
He leaves no mind that you will find.
He cries, blinks twice: it’s fog entwined.
They’re Noctowl's toys, mere puppet boys.
They’re fought and caught: what sees, destroys.
Plaza de Tauros
Slowpoke brags he’ll fight a Tauros
(He’s a sight in cape of red!)
Thus, he dons bright matador clothes;
Off, to strike his victim dead!
All the plaza cheers his wearing
Of the fabled Suit of Lights.
Girls swoon at his noble bearing!
So, commence the fight of fights!
From a recess, soft! The shiver
Of a snorting, fell attack!
Though he risks a punctured liver,
Our bold hero turns his back!
Tauros, flash of raging terror!
Horns heaved high against his foe!
Clearing dust reveals an error:
Poor old Slowpoke was too slow.
Clam Dip
While wading in the rising tide,
I got my ankle caught inside
An armored Forretress.
How did I come to save my hide?
I didn't get away; I died.
Were you expecting less?
Out to Lunch
Scope this rumor that I heard;
One concerning Delibird;
One that I'm loath to recall,
As I have no proof at all;
Yet, it's knowledge you'll esteem
If you want one on your team;
Here's the news, and I won't blandish:
Delibird's a Subway sandwich.
She's Mine, Boys
Pray, behold my Chickorita!
No! No Pokie's half as sweet!
A proud, long leaf she wears atop
A fighting spirit that won’t stop!
Her necklace of green, pearly buds
Should be a warning to all studs
That she competes for me alone,
So please stop tying up my phone!
Defective, But Comic
(with apologies to Neal Hefti)
He's the terror of the night! He's Zubat!
Believe the legends when they say it's true that:
Undetected from the air,
He may nestle in your hair!
No! No other Pokemon can do that!
Zubat! Zubat! Zubat!
... however...
Trickier than him by far is Golbat!
Through whispered missives, we are plainly told that:
Grinning vampire-like and fey,
He can leak your life away!
Doing creepy things for him is old hat!
Golbat! Golbat! Golbat!
... but wait! There's more...
Worst of all the hoary horde is Crobat!
And there's no way for anyone to know that:
Rising grisly from the grave,
He will make the world his slave!
Feasting on your soul will make him grow fat!
Crobat! Crobat! Crobat!
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-naaaaa!
Crobat!!!!
Double Header
The Kangaskhan are mostly gone,
Destroyed in trophy hunts, sir.
You grab a gun, it’s two for one:
The mommy and her youngster.
Grate Work
Three blind Muks. Three blind Muks.
See how they run. See how they run.
The Muks all ran down the sewer drains.
They went outside, then began the rains.
A nasty sludge is the sole remains
Of three blind Muks.
How Do You Do (That)?
Aipom see, Aipom do;
But don’t think that will work for you.
Though friends may try, they all will fail
To shake the hand upon your tail.
Ghost Story
A Haunter romps in ruins deep,
And on the moonless nights will creep
Into the houses, all asleep,
Of trainers who are chicken.
And when at last he finds his food
He’ll take advantage of their mood
To tickle them, and tickle good,
By giving them a lickin’.
Noctowl’s Evil Eye
His saucer eye supplies surprise
To those who’ve chosen stare-down tries.
They feel their brains convert to grains
When whirling, circling iris drains.
He leaves no mind that you will find.
He cries, blinks twice: it’s fog entwined.
They’re Noctowl's toys, mere puppet boys.
They’re fought and caught: what sees, destroys.
Plaza de Tauros
Slowpoke brags he’ll fight a Tauros
(He’s a sight in cape of red!)
Thus, he dons bright matador clothes;
Off, to strike his victim dead!
All the plaza cheers his wearing
Of the fabled Suit of Lights.
Girls swoon at his noble bearing!
So, commence the fight of fights!
From a recess, soft! The shiver
Of a snorting, fell attack!
Though he risks a punctured liver,
Our bold hero turns his back!
Tauros, flash of raging terror!
Horns heaved high against his foe!
Clearing dust reveals an error:
Poor old Slowpoke was too slow.
Clam Dip
While wading in the rising tide,
I got my ankle caught inside
An armored Forretress.
How did I come to save my hide?
I didn't get away; I died.
Were you expecting less?
Out to Lunch
Scope this rumor that I heard;
One concerning Delibird;
One that I'm loath to recall,
As I have no proof at all;
Yet, it's knowledge you'll esteem
If you want one on your team;
Here's the news, and I won't blandish:
Delibird's a Subway sandwich.
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His Divine Shadow
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Crobat was actually a tough cookie; a well-trained Crobat was a four-winged colossus! Got some tk in with Haunter (Did that one actually do that in the series? I seem to recall a scene.). The Three Muks is splendid, although I can't picture a running Muk. Lots of violence in this one, though, with sandwiches and speared 'pokes.
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Welcome back, HDS, from what ever's kept you MIA throughout most of October! My non-tk threads have been lonely without you!
I'm trying to think if I ever boasted a Crobat on any of my teams (I'm not even sure if you can catch or have to evolve him!) Haunter I surely did own... all the ghostly Pokies in the Red/Blue series were pretty easy to acquire, as I recall. Yeah, I was able to sneak in a bit of tk, the only time during that run when I dared try it out for a vanilla audience! The show's Haunter was indeed a licker, but the tongue paralyzed instead of tickled; not that I'm ever above poetic license to achieve my aims! Thank you for the kind words concerning the Muk poem... in similar-themed doggerel, I likewise emphasized the species' fluid nature, though never to such an extreme degree! Too true about the violence... poor ol' Slowpoke! But it was a no-win situation; a bit more skill on his part, and we'd be bemoaning "poor ol' Tauros"!
Once again, thanks so much for the kind response and welcome back home!
I'm trying to think if I ever boasted a Crobat on any of my teams (I'm not even sure if you can catch or have to evolve him!) Haunter I surely did own... all the ghostly Pokies in the Red/Blue series were pretty easy to acquire, as I recall. Yeah, I was able to sneak in a bit of tk, the only time during that run when I dared try it out for a vanilla audience! The show's Haunter was indeed a licker, but the tongue paralyzed instead of tickled; not that I'm ever above poetic license to achieve my aims! Thank you for the kind words concerning the Muk poem... in similar-themed doggerel, I likewise emphasized the species' fluid nature, though never to such an extreme degree! Too true about the violence... poor ol' Slowpoke! But it was a no-win situation; a bit more skill on his part, and we'd be bemoaning "poor ol' Tauros"!
Once again, thanks so much for the kind response and welcome back home!
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Round 7 (offered a little early this Tuesday, so it seems more like a Christmas gift):
Rocket, Don't Knock It
Jessie rags on Wobbuffett.
How darned ungrateful can you get!
Does she believe that in his prime
He’d join Team Rocket’s life of crime?
While Counter move takes time to form,
Opponents feel it like a storm.
So, quit complaining, Jess, or you
Might have to face its fury too!
What a Drag
Through French windows, James comes breezing
In new gown with pink corsage.
Down the path is poor old Weezing
(Jimmy’s one you want to dodge).
Weezing would as soon not face
His prancing chief, the fashion queen.
Nature helps him quit the place,
With smoking vapor as a screen.
The Long View
With all her seedlings drawing near,
A tender Jumpluff likes to steer
Far up into the atmosphere.
She does enjoy the view!
And when she casts a leafy pod,
It drifts to countries far abroad
To work itself into the sod
And change the world’s hue.
Heavens Preserve Us!
I’ve got a jar of Pupitar
(I like strawberry flavor!)
While PETA thinks I’ve gone too far,
My estimate is graver.
If Pupitar could have a wish,
I’m sure that it would be
To revel in his favorite dish:
A heaping jar of me!
Gender-Bender
When Nidoran (M) meets Nidoran (F)
They have to do the best they can,
But then, to complicate the plan,
Appears another Nidoran (M/F).
May Day Frolic
Bellossom trips a pretty dance
Ablush with leaps and twirls.
She hovers in a ballet stance
That's joined by all the girls.
They circle tightly in a ring;
They bound and summersault and sing;
They jig and do the Highland fling
‘Til they’re as daft as squirrels!
A Pokeball’s Story
A Granbull guards the hallowed halls
Where manufactured Pokeballs
Await their grand fulfilling.
Then, Fearow-flown or Sentret-sped,
Each precious orb departs its bed
At payment of a shilling.
Abound to landscapes far and wide
Departs the Pokeball with pride,
Its hope no longer hollow.
For trainer’s fame, it must assess
(A Suicune? A Forretress?)
Which Pokemon to swallow.
Coming or Going?
He has a head on both his tails
(Or is it tail on both his heads?)
At any rate, my reason fails;
Girafarig confusion spreads!
It is of scanty consequence
Which end is eating, which end talks;
The problem that disturbs me, friends,
Is how to place the litter box.
Devotion, with Condition
Nidorino / Nidorina:
You can’t get a stick between
A couple that is this devoted.
Separate footprints seem outmoded.
Just one issue splits them up.
They squabble, “Who will walk the pup?”
You understand the wiggle room,
When hound in question is Houndoom.
Enchanted Mew
I've got some news, an extra too,
For late last night I saw a Mew!
She soared above the ground!
“How can it be?” you ask. It’s true!
“How do you know it was a Mew?”
She made a mewing sound!
“But Mew aren’t with us anymore.
They’ve traveled to some foreign shore
Or back home to the sky.”
I can’t convince a single soul
Of that enchanted glance I stole
And so I say good-bye.
Back to the site of my first view
I’ll go again and wait for Mew.
I hope she won’t be long.
But I would sit my whole life through
To once again behold my Mew
And hear her happy song.
Rocket, Don't Knock It
Jessie rags on Wobbuffett.
How darned ungrateful can you get!
Does she believe that in his prime
He’d join Team Rocket’s life of crime?
While Counter move takes time to form,
Opponents feel it like a storm.
So, quit complaining, Jess, or you
Might have to face its fury too!
What a Drag
Through French windows, James comes breezing
In new gown with pink corsage.
Down the path is poor old Weezing
(Jimmy’s one you want to dodge).
Weezing would as soon not face
His prancing chief, the fashion queen.
Nature helps him quit the place,
With smoking vapor as a screen.
The Long View
With all her seedlings drawing near,
A tender Jumpluff likes to steer
Far up into the atmosphere.
She does enjoy the view!
And when she casts a leafy pod,
It drifts to countries far abroad
To work itself into the sod
And change the world’s hue.
Heavens Preserve Us!
I’ve got a jar of Pupitar
(I like strawberry flavor!)
While PETA thinks I’ve gone too far,
My estimate is graver.
If Pupitar could have a wish,
I’m sure that it would be
To revel in his favorite dish:
A heaping jar of me!
Gender-Bender
When Nidoran (M) meets Nidoran (F)
They have to do the best they can,
But then, to complicate the plan,
Appears another Nidoran (M/F).
May Day Frolic
Bellossom trips a pretty dance
Ablush with leaps and twirls.
She hovers in a ballet stance
That's joined by all the girls.
They circle tightly in a ring;
They bound and summersault and sing;
They jig and do the Highland fling
‘Til they’re as daft as squirrels!
A Pokeball’s Story
A Granbull guards the hallowed halls
Where manufactured Pokeballs
Await their grand fulfilling.
Then, Fearow-flown or Sentret-sped,
Each precious orb departs its bed
At payment of a shilling.
Abound to landscapes far and wide
Departs the Pokeball with pride,
Its hope no longer hollow.
For trainer’s fame, it must assess
(A Suicune? A Forretress?)
Which Pokemon to swallow.
Coming or Going?
He has a head on both his tails
(Or is it tail on both his heads?)
At any rate, my reason fails;
Girafarig confusion spreads!
It is of scanty consequence
Which end is eating, which end talks;
The problem that disturbs me, friends,
Is how to place the litter box.
Devotion, with Condition
Nidorino / Nidorina:
You can’t get a stick between
A couple that is this devoted.
Separate footprints seem outmoded.
Just one issue splits them up.
They squabble, “Who will walk the pup?”
You understand the wiggle room,
When hound in question is Houndoom.
Enchanted Mew
I've got some news, an extra too,
For late last night I saw a Mew!
She soared above the ground!
“How can it be?” you ask. It’s true!
“How do you know it was a Mew?”
She made a mewing sound!
“But Mew aren’t with us anymore.
They’ve traveled to some foreign shore
Or back home to the sky.”
I can’t convince a single soul
Of that enchanted glance I stole
And so I say good-bye.
Back to the site of my first view
I’ll go again and wait for Mew.
I hope she won’t be long.
But I would sit my whole life through
To once again behold my Mew
And hear her happy song.
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Pupitar evolved into terrible Tyranitar, a favorite powerhouse of mine in Gold/Silver. Put Kingdra in there to face the big guy's water weakness and you have a powerful tag-team. James was quite the pretty-boy sometimes. I suppose since he was born into immense wealth it fits well. Never figured out how someone with so loyal a Pokemon as Growlithe turned to Rocket. Gro-ooowlithe! Random thought: Arcanine could learn that immensely useful Extremespeed move. Powerful and always first strike. Wobbuffett was a bugger to defeat sometimes. He always seemed to pick the right counter, be it counter itself or Mirror Coat, to pound back whatever he got hit with. At least other HP beasts like Blissy didn't have so much in the way of retaliation.
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A Tyranitar poem is scheduled for Round 10 of this series, one which fully capitalizes on his fearsome rep! I'm not sure I ever evolved one to its maximum potential; I confess my Pokedex was riddled with incompletions! Tyranitar plus Kingdra does sound like a rather formidable one/two punch!
I found James's cross-dressing one of the more charming non-sequiturs on the TV show, possibly because it softened his personality and because I already had a strong affection for Ed Wood's Glen or Glenda. Frankly, I'm surprised that any of this touchy material made it stateside. We didn't get to see some of the more blatant instances... I remember that an episode in which James sports not only a bikini but a fake set of breasts to fill it out (below: pictures 1 & 2) was the most notorious un-aired episode after the famous Porygon seizure debacle. While cross-dressing has always been been a dependable comedy staple, I suppose the idea that the show was aimed at kids made it unacceptable.
Yeah... Growlithe was the beastie of choice for one of those Aqua/Magma splinter groups in Gold/Silver, right? Then again, I may be making that up... it's been a long time since I played any of these games! I do recall that Growlithes were strongly associated with law enforcement on the show... the Jennys had a special training program for them, if I remember right.
I've gotta confess, I undervalued my Wobbuffett! Part of this was carry-over from the show (Jessie's disrespect was contagious!), but mostly it stemmed from an innate distrust of reactive abilities. I figured that the guy who drew first blood was most likely to win; surrendering the initiative always seemed chancy (a reservation which carried over to Ditto. Turning your fighter into someone with exactly the same attributes seemed pointless when making that change meant ceding the enemy the first blow. I never wasted much effort on Ditto for that reason).
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Round 8
(You'll note an attribution on all of the following poems. That's because KG (another of the Pokemon Poetry group members) came up with the structure and the distinctive "That's..." gimmick. I was so taken with the piece's novelty, I constructed a whole slew of imitations based on the model):
That’s Blastoise
(after KG)
A sea Pokemon that is second to none,
Resembling a tank that is dripping and dank.
A heart like a mountain! Attack like a fountain!
That’s Blastoise!
He’ll water your lawn should you choose to be gone,
Or extinguish hot flames (it impresses the dames!)
It’s hard to be brighter than this firefighter!
That’s Blastoise!
A Flareon’s heat cannot make him retreat.
He’ll calm a Typhlosion like some mighty ocean.
A Charmeleon plunger! A Slugma expunger!
That’s Blastoise!
That's Magmar
(after KG)
Blazing brighter than a coal!
Fire now will take its toll!
Guaranteed to melt your soul!
That’s Magmar!
Hotter than the horns of Heck!
He will leave your life a wreck!
Coming now, so hit the deck!
That’s Magmar!
Gary, stay apace of him!
He will bake some blisters, Jim!
Pray, Kay, for your fate is grim!
That’s Magmar!
Rock Star
(after KG)
Bunch a’ boulders sewn together.
Not keen on inclement weather.
Straining now to bust his tether.
That’s Onix!
Best of beasties made of rock
Brick for brick and block for block.
Champion of bad-boy Brock.
That’s Onix!
Pikachu can’t make a dent,
Sending shocks until they're spent.
From the ground, he’s Heaven-sent:
That’s Onix!
That’s Alakazam
(after KG)
Prince of David Copperfields!
Feel the forces that he wields!
Reap the wealth a psychic yields!
That’s Alakazam!
With his power, he melts spoons!
To their atoms, he attunes!
Silverware, he leaves in ruins!
That’s Alakazam!
He can reach into your mind!
Who knows what in there he’ll find?
Maybe nothing (Oh, be kind!)
That’s Alakazam!
That’s Kakuna
(after KG)
See that odd Pokemon hung from a branch?
What erupts from her belly will make your heart blanch!
If she comes to dislike you, you’d best sell the ranch.
That’s Kakuna!
Though soft at the start, she will harden to stone.
Arrayed in great groups (you won’t find one alone).
A face like a gargoyle, a shape like a cone!
That’s Kakuna!
She’s born from a Weedle, that innocent tyke,
Then ensues transformation, a wing and a spike,
And a vision appears in a form you won't like:
That’s Kakuna!
Ursaring the Day Away
(after KG)
Master of the honey pot.
Has a hug no other’s got.
In the winter, sleeps alot.
That’s Ursaring!
Marks his boundaries with his claws.
Raging roars may give you pause.
Feeds on meat and sometimes moss.
That’s Ursaring!
Brave his cavern, if you dare.
Buck your luck; you’ll get a scare!
Graver than the average bear:
That’s Ursaring!
That's Machoke
(after KG)
You're starting on your ninety-nine;
Opposing team is feeling fine!
Who will you get to bust that line?
That's Machoke!
This superstar can do it all!
He'll pass and catch and spike the ball!
And he blocks rushers like a wall!
That's Machoke!
He'll battle 'til fourth quarter's done!
There's not a trophy he's not won!
The Jerry Rice of Pokemon!
That's Machoke!
That’s Chancy
(after KG)
The finest Pokie I’ve ever seen
Is neither blue nor red nor green,
But perky and pink! A kindness queen!
That’s Chancy!
She makes nutritious, yummy eggs
And hands them to whomever begs.
A charity-mobile on legs!
That’s Chancy!
Who helps to heal the pain away?
Who mends the Pokies when they stray?
Nurse Joy can tell you any day:
That’s Chancy!
(You'll note an attribution on all of the following poems. That's because KG (another of the Pokemon Poetry group members) came up with the structure and the distinctive "That's..." gimmick. I was so taken with the piece's novelty, I constructed a whole slew of imitations based on the model):
That’s Blastoise
(after KG)
A sea Pokemon that is second to none,
Resembling a tank that is dripping and dank.
A heart like a mountain! Attack like a fountain!
That’s Blastoise!
He’ll water your lawn should you choose to be gone,
Or extinguish hot flames (it impresses the dames!)
It’s hard to be brighter than this firefighter!
That’s Blastoise!
A Flareon’s heat cannot make him retreat.
He’ll calm a Typhlosion like some mighty ocean.
A Charmeleon plunger! A Slugma expunger!
That’s Blastoise!
That's Magmar
(after KG)
Blazing brighter than a coal!
Fire now will take its toll!
Guaranteed to melt your soul!
That’s Magmar!
Hotter than the horns of Heck!
He will leave your life a wreck!
Coming now, so hit the deck!
That’s Magmar!
Gary, stay apace of him!
He will bake some blisters, Jim!
Pray, Kay, for your fate is grim!
That’s Magmar!
Rock Star
(after KG)
Bunch a’ boulders sewn together.
Not keen on inclement weather.
Straining now to bust his tether.
That’s Onix!
Best of beasties made of rock
Brick for brick and block for block.
Champion of bad-boy Brock.
That’s Onix!
Pikachu can’t make a dent,
Sending shocks until they're spent.
From the ground, he’s Heaven-sent:
That’s Onix!
That’s Alakazam
(after KG)
Prince of David Copperfields!
Feel the forces that he wields!
Reap the wealth a psychic yields!
That’s Alakazam!
With his power, he melts spoons!
To their atoms, he attunes!
Silverware, he leaves in ruins!
That’s Alakazam!
He can reach into your mind!
Who knows what in there he’ll find?
Maybe nothing (Oh, be kind!)
That’s Alakazam!
That’s Kakuna
(after KG)
See that odd Pokemon hung from a branch?
What erupts from her belly will make your heart blanch!
If she comes to dislike you, you’d best sell the ranch.
That’s Kakuna!
Though soft at the start, she will harden to stone.
Arrayed in great groups (you won’t find one alone).
A face like a gargoyle, a shape like a cone!
That’s Kakuna!
She’s born from a Weedle, that innocent tyke,
Then ensues transformation, a wing and a spike,
And a vision appears in a form you won't like:
That’s Kakuna!
Ursaring the Day Away
(after KG)
Master of the honey pot.
Has a hug no other’s got.
In the winter, sleeps alot.
That’s Ursaring!
Marks his boundaries with his claws.
Raging roars may give you pause.
Feeds on meat and sometimes moss.
That’s Ursaring!
Brave his cavern, if you dare.
Buck your luck; you’ll get a scare!
Graver than the average bear:
That’s Ursaring!
That's Machoke
(after KG)
You're starting on your ninety-nine;
Opposing team is feeling fine!
Who will you get to bust that line?
That's Machoke!
This superstar can do it all!
He'll pass and catch and spike the ball!
And he blocks rushers like a wall!
That's Machoke!
He'll battle 'til fourth quarter's done!
There's not a trophy he's not won!
The Jerry Rice of Pokemon!
That's Machoke!
That’s Chancy
(after KG)
The finest Pokie I’ve ever seen
Is neither blue nor red nor green,
But perky and pink! A kindness queen!
That’s Chancy!
She makes nutritious, yummy eggs
And hands them to whomever begs.
A charity-mobile on legs!
That’s Chancy!
Who helps to heal the pain away?
Who mends the Pokies when they stray?
Nurse Joy can tell you any day:
That’s Chancy!
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I never could figure out the purpose of those spoons Alakazam held. I know the spoon-bending gimmick is a psychic hallmark but what good did they do to him? They did seem some sort of shield, as in the Mewtwo episode in the series Alakazam faced Mewtwo and was blown back only after his spoons bent backwards (Didn't take long, granted). I couldn't have described Onyx better than yourself. As soon as I saw "Bunch a’ boulders sewn together." I knew who that one was about. Good batch here; spices it up a little with variety of form!
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Thank you Karen! To be fair, I don't believe I've ever seen any of the Poke clan clad in football togs... that sport doesn't seem to have caught in Japan like baseball has. Such practical consideration never stands in my way, though! And I wanted to reference the '49ers at least once (oh yes! I'm old enough to remember when my beloved '9ers used to win games!) If I lived on the east coast, it would have to be someone else, I guess... probably someone from the Giants!
Very kind of you, HDS! Onyx always seemed a chancy competitor to me... I could never figure what kept him from flying apart! And yes indeed, that psychic spoon-bending! Kadabra has one too (though only one, as opposed to Alakazam's two, since he's not as powerful). I always thought it was intended to be symbolic rather than really useful, though perhaps it served as a gauge of mental intensity. Real-world so-called psychic Uri Geller popularized the practice in the '70s (I don't know if he began it, but he's certainly best known for it), making a big splash until magician/escape artist/skeptic James Randi (aka "The Amazing Randi") kicked the wheels out from under his cart with an expose book entitled The Magic of Uri Geller. Randi bent quite a few spoons himself, detailing how this stunt and dozens of similar ones could have been accomplished through prosaic means and misdirection. Geller is a pale shadow of the popular idol he used to be, but the iconography lingers on!
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Round 9:
A 'Shroom With a Phew
Ledyba had carved her dwelling
From a rancid toadstool smelling
Of the toxins trapped inside it
(Even Snorlax would not bite it).
In this haven, half erected,
She’d leave her whole brood neglected,
Lighting up an incense stick
To mask the funk that made them sick,
Before she fluttered off to mingle
With the fellas who were single
(Searching for a mate to raise ‘em;
Preferably, some guy who stays home),
Sopping suds and soon forgetting
She was working on a wedding,
‘Til one day she heard a siren;
Her poor home had caught on fire, then!
'Pon her horrified return,
She watched the structure smoke and burn.
The hook ‘n’ ladders sprayed their splashes;
Still, the end result was ashes.
Fat insurance payments came
In answer to Ledyba’s claim.
The money was at once expended
(As her mother love had ended)
On a swinging pad with plush rooms
(Minus any hint of mushrooms).
Cat Scratch Fever
Slinking low on pussy feet;
Sly and fleet.
From the wall, survey the ground;
Spy, then bound.
There! The sight for which you chafe;
To the safe!
Crack the tumblers, then hurray!
It's Payday!
High Sea
A Mantine leaps in graceful arcs
To confound killer whales and sharks.
A creature both of sea and sky:
Behold the fish that learned to fly!
The Right Tools for the Job
I once went on a Gengar hunt;
It's not as easy as you think.
He's wilier than you could want,
And he can vanish in a blink.
But don't despair! You will not fail
If you're equipped with sly demeanor:
Lure him with a ghostly tale
And snare him with a vacuum cleaner.
Shellfish Motives
Krabby on my salad; Krabby on my plate.
I'd like to crack that Krabby, but he cracked me on my pate!
Yanma ½
He vainly searches forest dales
To catch Ledyba by their tales
And pop them in his tummy.
With Pidgeotto lurking by,
Alas, his hunt may go awry
(They find his flavor yummy).
Through Ariados’s haunted path,
A careless move! He feels the wrath
Of twisted silk entwining.
Philosopher, he sheds no tear.
“Although it’s plain my end is near,
At least somebody's dining.”
The Gold Standard
For smarts and courage, skill and pluck,
You can’t do better than Golduck.
He’s sure to blow your mind!
Though other ducks may leave you flat,
Your Golduck won’t be doing that.
He’s not the boneless kind!
Bulbasaur’s Wild Glide
Many, many ages past,
A Bulbasaur became aghast
About the sad conditions on the ground.
Although he knew he couldn’t fly,
He reasoned he’d be happy high
Beyond the trees where feathered things abound.
He took stock of his squatty form
And saw that it was not the norm
For animals who have to soar and glide.
An artificial method of
Attaining his sweet dream above
Was needed, ere his theory could be tried.
He thought that, from a Spearow’s nest,
Abandoned quills might prove the best
Of any air equipment he could stow.
With pinions in each leafy vine,
He clambered up the nearest pine
To gaze upon the valley far below.
He gathered up his pluck and skill
And heaved himself into the chill air,
Fanning it for all that he was worth.
He’d just about achieved the right
Technique he’d need to make his flight,
When his poor body impacted the earth.
Our Bulbasaur attained his wings:
Though scientists distain such things,
In matters of the spirit, what do they know?
He sits serenely on a cloud,
His smile benign, his manner proud,
Adorned with golden feathers and bright halo.
A 'Shroom With a Phew
Ledyba had carved her dwelling
From a rancid toadstool smelling
Of the toxins trapped inside it
(Even Snorlax would not bite it).
In this haven, half erected,
She’d leave her whole brood neglected,
Lighting up an incense stick
To mask the funk that made them sick,
Before she fluttered off to mingle
With the fellas who were single
(Searching for a mate to raise ‘em;
Preferably, some guy who stays home),
Sopping suds and soon forgetting
She was working on a wedding,
‘Til one day she heard a siren;
Her poor home had caught on fire, then!
'Pon her horrified return,
She watched the structure smoke and burn.
The hook ‘n’ ladders sprayed their splashes;
Still, the end result was ashes.
Fat insurance payments came
In answer to Ledyba’s claim.
The money was at once expended
(As her mother love had ended)
On a swinging pad with plush rooms
(Minus any hint of mushrooms).
Cat Scratch Fever
Slinking low on pussy feet;
Sly and fleet.
From the wall, survey the ground;
Spy, then bound.
There! The sight for which you chafe;
To the safe!
Crack the tumblers, then hurray!
It's Payday!
High Sea
A Mantine leaps in graceful arcs
To confound killer whales and sharks.
A creature both of sea and sky:
Behold the fish that learned to fly!
The Right Tools for the Job
I once went on a Gengar hunt;
It's not as easy as you think.
He's wilier than you could want,
And he can vanish in a blink.
But don't despair! You will not fail
If you're equipped with sly demeanor:
Lure him with a ghostly tale
And snare him with a vacuum cleaner.
Shellfish Motives
Krabby on my salad; Krabby on my plate.
I'd like to crack that Krabby, but he cracked me on my pate!
Yanma ½
He vainly searches forest dales
To catch Ledyba by their tales
And pop them in his tummy.
With Pidgeotto lurking by,
Alas, his hunt may go awry
(They find his flavor yummy).
Through Ariados’s haunted path,
A careless move! He feels the wrath
Of twisted silk entwining.
Philosopher, he sheds no tear.
“Although it’s plain my end is near,
At least somebody's dining.”
The Gold Standard
For smarts and courage, skill and pluck,
You can’t do better than Golduck.
He’s sure to blow your mind!
Though other ducks may leave you flat,
Your Golduck won’t be doing that.
He’s not the boneless kind!
Bulbasaur’s Wild Glide
Many, many ages past,
A Bulbasaur became aghast
About the sad conditions on the ground.
Although he knew he couldn’t fly,
He reasoned he’d be happy high
Beyond the trees where feathered things abound.
He took stock of his squatty form
And saw that it was not the norm
For animals who have to soar and glide.
An artificial method of
Attaining his sweet dream above
Was needed, ere his theory could be tried.
He thought that, from a Spearow’s nest,
Abandoned quills might prove the best
Of any air equipment he could stow.
With pinions in each leafy vine,
He clambered up the nearest pine
To gaze upon the valley far below.
He gathered up his pluck and skill
And heaved himself into the chill air,
Fanning it for all that he was worth.
He’d just about achieved the right
Technique he’d need to make his flight,
When his poor body impacted the earth.
Our Bulbasaur attained his wings:
Though scientists distain such things,
In matters of the spirit, what do they know?
He sits serenely on a cloud,
His smile benign, his manner proud,
Adorned with golden feathers and bright halo.
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Would Yanma 1/2 be referencing the Rumiko Takahashi series by any chance? Payday was an interesting attack. I don't recall if the player got money after the battle but I suspect they did. In that way it may be a unique attack! The Mantine one reminds me of a recent story from Florida or thereabouts ... a ray/skate, leaping out of the water as they are wont to do, collided with a woman in a boat and killed her. And Ledyba is horrible. 😛 Contrasted with the soaring spirit of Bulbasaur she's quite lowly. You must not have liked that 'mon.
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Yup, though past the sound-alike nature of "Yanma" and "Ranma", the reference was never intended to have any relevance. A little more work might have fixed that: I could have emphasized some change-o aspect of Yanma, possibly. Or, the suggestion might have been pressed that he was eaten in half, though that's a mighty grizzly notion in a narrative otherwise so tactful!
One did indeed receive a buck or two during the course of the "Payday" attack. Hardly enough for old-age security, but essential for costly upgrades once the lucrative field trainers ran out!
I remember the report! Rays seem to be doing that more frequently of late (arial attacks are one way to fight back, I guess. I recall a similar incident involving a thresher shark in which an unlucky fisherman was decapitated by its tail!) Either that, or we're just paying better attention after the Steve Irwin tragedy.
My lyric take was based on the graceful undersea "flying" of the manta ray (as Satoshi Tajiri's original seemingly was), an animal which breaches from time to time the same way whales do. A more gentle giant one could never hope to find, if reports are accurate!
I was always a touch indifferent to Ledyba... never found her particularly attractive (either visually or as a fighter), nor did she annoy me as Mankey tended to do. Her slatternly disposition in the poem grew as I milked all possible inspiration from the old "Ladybug, Ladybug" nursery rhyme; it seemed a logical outgrowth, and I like to try my hand at unconsequenced ugliness occasionally. Bulbasaur, on the other hand, was indeed always dear to me. You see what it means to be one of my my favorites: death by plummeting! Oh well... we all gotta go sometime. Might as well do it with dignity than persist in infamy!
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Round 10:
A Thousand Deaths
I bind my Houndour to the gate.
Tyranitar is on his way!
I curse myself that I’m too late
(The time to leave was yesterday).
I dash upstairs and douse the light.
That ugly tyrant fiend wants me!
A tethered Houndour in plain sight
Might just divert his killing spree.
A twinge of conscience: my poor pup!
One must regret his sacrifice.
But sentimental pap I drop
When I detect the monster's cries!
My Houndour’s snarls are wild, defiant!
Deathly screams mark fatal brawl!
Soon, there breathes a chilling, silent,
Aching nothing past the wall.
Must I encounter fate uncertain?
Who’s the victor? I must know!
A trembling finger lifts the curtain,
Offering this grim tableau:
My Houndour’s sturdy chain is broken.
He and tyrant stalk my way.
They glare aloft with hate unspoken.
Glistening fangs will have the say.
Zero on his Mind
Grab the heat and aspirin!
Psyduck’s headache’s on again.
His sinus pressure’s on the rise
With blinding pain that isn’t nice.
You’d think this silly, aching elf
Would once learn to control himself!
Those searing stabs that make him scream
Should keep him from that blamed ice cream!
So Have I
“I’ve got a Kingdra on my team.”
Ditto!
“A Slowbro, captured near a stream.”
Ditto!
“A Herculean Heracross.”
Ditto!
“A Graveler, using Seismic Toss.”
Ditto!
You cannot own a Pokemon
That I can’t have as well.
A goofy-pussed Exeggcutor;
A Cloyster in his shell;
A heavy-hitting Marowak;
A Qwilfish from the sea.
I've got ‘em all and more besides,
‘Cause Ditto fights for me!
Rooked
Octillery is killin’ me!
As chess opponent, he’s not fun.
I just can’t beat this rotten cheat!
He moves eight pieces to my one!
Have We Got A Pokemon For You!
A sweet little serpent from tail-tip to nose!
Please listen, as we’re bent on selling his pros!
Dratini’s a Pokie you’ll love in a trice!
He’s clean, okie-dokie, and cheap at the price!
The wings on his head are the sportiest make!
He’ll guard you in bed and then soothe you awake!
He’s outrageously cute! Extraordinaire! Super-duper!
(But if he won’t suit, then we’ve also got Wooper).
Snake Rattle! Enroll a Furret
Ekans hides within my house.
I don’t know what she’s underneath,
But I can hear her rattle rouse
My strong desire to shun her teeth.
A Furret might just track her down
(They like to feed on crawly things),
And I know of a man in town
With Furrets skilled in Ekans stings.
When he arrives, we peer inside;
His fluffy pet surveys the air.
I would not know where Ekans hide,
But Furret streaks directly there.
We shut the door upon the two.
Before my knees can turn to jelly,
Furret’s done, with proof he’s through:
A rattle floats up from his belly.
Wet and Wild
My Lapras is a funny sort.
She likes to splash about and sport
Without bad temper or retort.
You just can’t get her down!
She’ll bounce a boulder on her nose
Or spit a spurt at people’s clothes
Or play some tag with Gyarados.
She's fun to have around!
She deeply loves her water games.
She’ll help you surf to high acclaims
Or take you touring up the Thames.
She’d never let you drown.
Her Ice Beam makes the skating nice
In the most sweltering of Julys.
She is a Pokie-pal I prize!
Applaud my happy clown!
Below... a preview from Chapter 14 of my Low Roads comic, due this coming weekend:
A Thousand Deaths
I bind my Houndour to the gate.
Tyranitar is on his way!
I curse myself that I’m too late
(The time to leave was yesterday).
I dash upstairs and douse the light.
That ugly tyrant fiend wants me!
A tethered Houndour in plain sight
Might just divert his killing spree.
A twinge of conscience: my poor pup!
One must regret his sacrifice.
But sentimental pap I drop
When I detect the monster's cries!
My Houndour’s snarls are wild, defiant!
Deathly screams mark fatal brawl!
Soon, there breathes a chilling, silent,
Aching nothing past the wall.
Must I encounter fate uncertain?
Who’s the victor? I must know!
A trembling finger lifts the curtain,
Offering this grim tableau:
My Houndour’s sturdy chain is broken.
He and tyrant stalk my way.
They glare aloft with hate unspoken.
Glistening fangs will have the say.
Zero on his Mind
Grab the heat and aspirin!
Psyduck’s headache’s on again.
His sinus pressure’s on the rise
With blinding pain that isn’t nice.
You’d think this silly, aching elf
Would once learn to control himself!
Those searing stabs that make him scream
Should keep him from that blamed ice cream!
So Have I
“I’ve got a Kingdra on my team.”
Ditto!
“A Slowbro, captured near a stream.”
Ditto!
“A Herculean Heracross.”
Ditto!
“A Graveler, using Seismic Toss.”
Ditto!
You cannot own a Pokemon
That I can’t have as well.
A goofy-pussed Exeggcutor;
A Cloyster in his shell;
A heavy-hitting Marowak;
A Qwilfish from the sea.
I've got ‘em all and more besides,
‘Cause Ditto fights for me!
Rooked
Octillery is killin’ me!
As chess opponent, he’s not fun.
I just can’t beat this rotten cheat!
He moves eight pieces to my one!
Have We Got A Pokemon For You!
A sweet little serpent from tail-tip to nose!
Please listen, as we’re bent on selling his pros!
Dratini’s a Pokie you’ll love in a trice!
He’s clean, okie-dokie, and cheap at the price!
The wings on his head are the sportiest make!
He’ll guard you in bed and then soothe you awake!
He’s outrageously cute! Extraordinaire! Super-duper!
(But if he won’t suit, then we’ve also got Wooper).
Snake Rattle! Enroll a Furret
Ekans hides within my house.
I don’t know what she’s underneath,
But I can hear her rattle rouse
My strong desire to shun her teeth.
A Furret might just track her down
(They like to feed on crawly things),
And I know of a man in town
With Furrets skilled in Ekans stings.
When he arrives, we peer inside;
His fluffy pet surveys the air.
I would not know where Ekans hide,
But Furret streaks directly there.
We shut the door upon the two.
Before my knees can turn to jelly,
Furret’s done, with proof he’s through:
A rattle floats up from his belly.
Wet and Wild
My Lapras is a funny sort.
She likes to splash about and sport
Without bad temper or retort.
You just can’t get her down!
She’ll bounce a boulder on her nose
Or spit a spurt at people’s clothes
Or play some tag with Gyarados.
She's fun to have around!
She deeply loves her water games.
She’ll help you surf to high acclaims
Or take you touring up the Thames.
She’d never let you drown.
Her Ice Beam makes the skating nice
In the most sweltering of Julys.
She is a Pokie-pal I prize!
Applaud my happy clown!
Below... a preview from Chapter 14 of my Low Roads comic, due this coming weekend:
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Alas, HDS put this on his to-do list earlier this week and, as you've seen, there's much more "to" than "do" to that list. 😛 I should not have dawdled; a preview of Low Roads I did miss!
You just can't trust dark types. Better to guard with a Growlithe or Arcanine than a Houndour or Houndoom. Psyduck's power grows with his headache, so what would an ice-cream headache do to it? It could be catastrophic for those around him! And Ditto ... I wonder, could Ditto mimic legendary Pokemon? Say Mew, Groundon, or Rayquaza? An interesting thought ... Furret as a mongoose? Never thought of that; an apt comparison!
You just can't trust dark types. Better to guard with a Growlithe or Arcanine than a Houndour or Houndoom. Psyduck's power grows with his headache, so what would an ice-cream headache do to it? It could be catastrophic for those around him! And Ditto ... I wonder, could Ditto mimic legendary Pokemon? Say Mew, Groundon, or Rayquaza? An interesting thought ... Furret as a mongoose? Never thought of that; an apt comparison!
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No, no... you didn't miss anything. The preview's still there! XD Good lord, I know (well, "suspect", anyway... darned few of us properly comprehend the work involved, I imagine) how hellishly busy you've been with the site upgrade! I'm surprised, and very pleased, you found time to reply at all!
Yeah, "Dour" and "Doom" don't exactly cast 'em in a positive light! A Houndoom poem is scheduled for Round 20, and that one's really nasty! At present, our Houndour is harrowing enough... though the narrator of the poem certainly earned any sort of comeuppance!
Not a bad power-up tactic! Any excuse to haul treats around...
Groundon... Rayquaza... names I had to look up. I lost track almost completely of Pokemon species after Gold and Silver (a good thing, too... I was running on poetic fumes by then!) I'm not sure if Ditto can duplicate legendary sorts... I never had confidence enough in him to actually use him in battle. Since his first move had to be mimicking, that ceded his adversary the initial shot. I'm a desperate sort... I always prefer to shoot first!
Thank you! A lot of the time, I tended to go strictly by looks rather than the official history of the Pokemon involved. If an Ekans or Arboc looked like a snake, it was de facto evil (okay, okay... I'm prejudiced! Snakes scare me! Then again, I do appreciate what Kipling did with Kaa... that didn't stop Disney from turning him into a villainous buffoon, of course!) Actually, the cartoon show tended to treat them pretty much the same way.
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Round 11:
River Horse
Rapidash, in a flash,
Braves the river with a splash.
Heaves his mane and tail high.
Breezes blow them bone dry.
Raging rapids try to quell.
Rapidash avoids the swell.
Surging on with strong strokes.
Currents serve as spent jokes.
Leaps a boulder in the middle.
Treats all hazards like they’re little.
Soon assumes the far shore.
His ordeal’s one long bore.
Rapidash is grandly game.
Leaves the river calmed and tame.
Talley-Po!
My Houndour pound the forest trails
In brute pursuit of swift Ninetails:
‘Tis my desire to skin her!
Should I a Nidoking confront,
Amiss is this (my jolly hunt),
As I’ll become his dinner.
Divinely, Ninetails leads the race,
From nook to brook, from place to place;
My Radipash grows dizzy.
My fine design for furring fails.
She bans my plans to take her tails
And tie ‘em to my Lizzie!
Correspondence Coarse
Slurp! Slurp! Lickitung! Have you any drool?
"That's what's drippin' from my big tongue, fool!"
Slurp! Slurp! Lickitung! You're better than my hopes!
I need you to seal fifty envelopes!
Loose Lips Stink Quips
Exeggcutor: a crashing bore,
Which is about what you'd expect!
With all those lips, the verbiage whips,
Though content's subject to defect.
He's multi-headed, and that said,
It's Babble-on he's coming from.
You'll never earn a fair return
When he is pounding your ear-drum.
Gimme Shellder
He flicks his licker in ‘n’ out,
As merrily he scamps about.
A perfect pal he’d be for you
(And, hey! He tastes great in a stew!)
Fox Hole
Vulpix shakes within her burrow.
Tentacool is on the loose!
Barricades are firm and thorough,
But escape plans are no use.
Jellied limbs impact outside
With thundered blows she can’t but hear.
'Neath her bed she chose to hide,
A'quiver with consuming fear.
Were she only privy to
His inmost thoughts: he doesn’t hate her.
He’s so frantic to get through
Because the lummox wants to date her.
Main Attraction
My mighty Magneton's best of his breed!
He minces opponents, despite strength of speed,
From Tyranitar to Feraligatr.
But there is one obstacle he cannot top;
(No, not Piloswine or a raging Machop)
He can't safely pass by my refrigerator.
Don’t Believe It? Birnam Would!
I stop and tremble at my core
When I consider Venusaur.
A crawling tree! How can it be?
I cannot cope and tremble more!
A to Z
It isn’t rare to see Unown.
It is odd to find one alone.
Their habit is to group in teams.
The order forms up words, it seems.
It’s clear that each one is a letter.
One’s okay; a hundred, better.
Sufficient numbers tell their story;
Unown can reveal their glory.
Do not fear; they are not scary.
They’re a Pokemon library.
Or Maybe Not
With wingspread half a mile or more
(Or maybe less; I am not sure),
The Ho-oh soared to heights undreamed!
The stratosphere! (or so it seemed).
His blasting screech blew forests down
(That is, we heard the noise in town).
His talons tore the mountaintop
(We might confirm, should snowing stop).
His laser vision did describe
The Donphan (or the Diglett) tribe.
His deadly stoop bore off the herd
(Though some say “single” is the word).
I do not lie! I swear it’s so!
(At least, that’s what I think I know).
River Horse
Rapidash, in a flash,
Braves the river with a splash.
Heaves his mane and tail high.
Breezes blow them bone dry.
Raging rapids try to quell.
Rapidash avoids the swell.
Surging on with strong strokes.
Currents serve as spent jokes.
Leaps a boulder in the middle.
Treats all hazards like they’re little.
Soon assumes the far shore.
His ordeal’s one long bore.
Rapidash is grandly game.
Leaves the river calmed and tame.
Talley-Po!
My Houndour pound the forest trails
In brute pursuit of swift Ninetails:
‘Tis my desire to skin her!
Should I a Nidoking confront,
Amiss is this (my jolly hunt),
As I’ll become his dinner.
Divinely, Ninetails leads the race,
From nook to brook, from place to place;
My Radipash grows dizzy.
My fine design for furring fails.
She bans my plans to take her tails
And tie ‘em to my Lizzie!
Correspondence Coarse
Slurp! Slurp! Lickitung! Have you any drool?
"That's what's drippin' from my big tongue, fool!"
Slurp! Slurp! Lickitung! You're better than my hopes!
I need you to seal fifty envelopes!
Loose Lips Stink Quips
Exeggcutor: a crashing bore,
Which is about what you'd expect!
With all those lips, the verbiage whips,
Though content's subject to defect.
He's multi-headed, and that said,
It's Babble-on he's coming from.
You'll never earn a fair return
When he is pounding your ear-drum.
Gimme Shellder
He flicks his licker in ‘n’ out,
As merrily he scamps about.
A perfect pal he’d be for you
(And, hey! He tastes great in a stew!)
Fox Hole
Vulpix shakes within her burrow.
Tentacool is on the loose!
Barricades are firm and thorough,
But escape plans are no use.
Jellied limbs impact outside
With thundered blows she can’t but hear.
'Neath her bed she chose to hide,
A'quiver with consuming fear.
Were she only privy to
His inmost thoughts: he doesn’t hate her.
He’s so frantic to get through
Because the lummox wants to date her.
Main Attraction
My mighty Magneton's best of his breed!
He minces opponents, despite strength of speed,
From Tyranitar to Feraligatr.
But there is one obstacle he cannot top;
(No, not Piloswine or a raging Machop)
He can't safely pass by my refrigerator.
Don’t Believe It? Birnam Would!
I stop and tremble at my core
When I consider Venusaur.
A crawling tree! How can it be?
I cannot cope and tremble more!
A to Z
It isn’t rare to see Unown.
It is odd to find one alone.
Their habit is to group in teams.
The order forms up words, it seems.
It’s clear that each one is a letter.
One’s okay; a hundred, better.
Sufficient numbers tell their story;
Unown can reveal their glory.
Do not fear; they are not scary.
They’re a Pokemon library.
Or Maybe Not
With wingspread half a mile or more
(Or maybe less; I am not sure),
The Ho-oh soared to heights undreamed!
The stratosphere! (or so it seemed).
His blasting screech blew forests down
(That is, we heard the noise in town).
His talons tore the mountaintop
(We might confirm, should snowing stop).
His laser vision did describe
The Donphan (or the Diglett) tribe.
His deadly stoop bore off the herd
(Though some say “single” is the word).
I do not lie! I swear it’s so!
(At least, that’s what I think I know).
His Divine Shadow
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Ho-Oh was great unless you hit a rock type; then it was down and out in very short order. Magneton and Lickitung have hilarious entries! And there you go cooking them up again with poor Shellder. Come to think of it, I never saw any non-pokemon animals around in the cartoon ... what meat did they eat? 😵
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That's a darned good question! None, I guess... Brock always seemed to be cooking up rice balls (which Ash, for Western sensibilities, insisted on referring to as something else... muffins, I think). And God knows what went into that Poke-chow! No one can tell me Charizard would have been satisfied with grain! Otherwise, the landscape seemed filled with vegetarians, which struck me as understandable (since the whole point of the show was human/pet cooperation) but strange. I'm trying to think now if we ever saw anyone tucking into a hot dog or fried fish, even off-handedly... it'd surprise the heck out of me if it never happened! Anyway, I was more than content to make up the deficit... as you state, the gastronomic pursuit of these little scamps became something of a minor obsession!
Thank you for the nice words about the Magneton and Lickitung poems! Lickitung was destined for comedy... you can't exaggerate a body part like a tongue and expect anything else! And, yes... poor inoffensive Shellder! Popping him in the pot was my sense of perversity at work, as I found him darned cute (the same doesn't hold true in real life... I'll eat an oyster or clam anywhere, anytime without any regret!) Ho-Oh, on the other hand, was awfully imposing! Legendary types were always so tough to find and catch... I think I had one, but can't recall for sure. If I didn't defeat one fairly, I may have used the underhanded route and traded for him... gotta snatch 'em all!
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Round 12:
Artistic License
Smeargle thinks he’s Vince Van Gogh,
And every week he holds a show.
There’s not a brush he doesn’t know.
He really paints his butt off.
But, as this artist thinks he’s Vince,
His faithful patrons quake and wince.
They won’t trust him with Scizor,
Since they don't know what he’ll cut off.
or
Smeargle thinks he’s Vince Van Gogh.
He walks his walk and talks his talk.
His genius holds the world in shock.
He really paints his butt off.
etc.
Dim View
Dusparce dwell in caves and closets.
Black’s the color they like best.
Cast-off shells and green deposits
Indicate their noxious nest.
To ignore them is not bright.
Inept precautions cost you dear.
Use poor poisons, soon they’re right
At home inside your inner ear.
Mistaken Identity
My Dragonair has style and flair;
His stately grace exudes finesse.
And folks do care! They stopped to stare
On his last visit to Loche Ness.
Simple as Black or White
Espeon by day, Umbreon by night . . .
For poor little Eevee, this proves quite a plight.
To gain preferred aspect, she must decide soon
Whether she is to battle by sun or by moon.
This One’ll Kill Ya!
If you love a good chortle, befriend old Wartortle;
He’s constantly goofing and clowning.
But be hip to his shtick, for that old Seltzer trick
Has a surge that can set people drowning.
Unarmed Combat
A Kingler and a Scizor planned
To Indian wrestle, hand to hand.
This promised contest drew a crowd,
And patrons cheered their favorite loud.
But silence fell when foes alike
Prepared their pinchers for the strike.
Toward its rival each claw hissed
And snipped clean through opposing wrist.
Wild cheers announced a new sensation:
Indian double amputation.
Hot Stuff
Place Magcargo in your hearth:
You’ll be living without fuel.
Place Magcargo in your ‘fridge:
You’ll be living in a pool.
Place Magcargo near your guns:
You’ll be living in a war.
Place Magcargo in your mouth:
You’ll be living never more.
Groceries
Clefable wished to set his table
With the freshest meal he could,
So he sought dainties that might be bought,
But the markets proved no good.
Then went he to the fields, where plenty
Of free fruits and nuts abound.
Some quite high objects caught his bright eye,
Hanging far above the ground.
As he shrunk to climb a tall tree trunk,
Instead, he sent a swift kick,
Hoping that the shock might just bring
Fat goodies down for him to pick.
“Hey down there,” came a voice, “You clown!
Where do you keep your manners, please?
What bad joke would it have been, had broken
Bones come of my kicked knees?”
Amazing as might be, the raising
Tree trunk proved to be a leg!
From a cloud sailed down to earth the proud head
Whose kind leave all must beg.
In great awe, poor Clefable, late flaw
In judgment stinging, grew numb.
He had messed with a titan at rest:
Colossal Meganium!
All ended well. Quite unoffended,
The giant granted pardon,
And made sure his guest bore off treasure:
Sweet treats from his own garden.
Graphic Violence
Tracy plans to draw Typhlosion,
Sketching him in situ.
I don’t know where he got the notion
(No one could get me to).
This fire-breather won’t be viewed
And hates the scratch of lead.
His magma-minded attitude
Could burn the brave boy dead.
But Tracy is a careful kid,
Secure inside a dark hole
(Besides, this artist always did
Intend to work in charcoal).
Artistic License
Smeargle thinks he’s Vince Van Gogh,
And every week he holds a show.
There’s not a brush he doesn’t know.
He really paints his butt off.
But, as this artist thinks he’s Vince,
His faithful patrons quake and wince.
They won’t trust him with Scizor,
Since they don't know what he’ll cut off.
or
Smeargle thinks he’s Vince Van Gogh.
He walks his walk and talks his talk.
His genius holds the world in shock.
He really paints his butt off.
etc.
Dim View
Dusparce dwell in caves and closets.
Black’s the color they like best.
Cast-off shells and green deposits
Indicate their noxious nest.
To ignore them is not bright.
Inept precautions cost you dear.
Use poor poisons, soon they’re right
At home inside your inner ear.
Mistaken Identity
My Dragonair has style and flair;
His stately grace exudes finesse.
And folks do care! They stopped to stare
On his last visit to Loche Ness.
Simple as Black or White
Espeon by day, Umbreon by night . . .
For poor little Eevee, this proves quite a plight.
To gain preferred aspect, she must decide soon
Whether she is to battle by sun or by moon.
This One’ll Kill Ya!
If you love a good chortle, befriend old Wartortle;
He’s constantly goofing and clowning.
But be hip to his shtick, for that old Seltzer trick
Has a surge that can set people drowning.
Unarmed Combat
A Kingler and a Scizor planned
To Indian wrestle, hand to hand.
This promised contest drew a crowd,
And patrons cheered their favorite loud.
But silence fell when foes alike
Prepared their pinchers for the strike.
Toward its rival each claw hissed
And snipped clean through opposing wrist.
Wild cheers announced a new sensation:
Indian double amputation.
Hot Stuff
Place Magcargo in your hearth:
You’ll be living without fuel.
Place Magcargo in your ‘fridge:
You’ll be living in a pool.
Place Magcargo near your guns:
You’ll be living in a war.
Place Magcargo in your mouth:
You’ll be living never more.
Groceries
Clefable wished to set his table
With the freshest meal he could,
So he sought dainties that might be bought,
But the markets proved no good.
Then went he to the fields, where plenty
Of free fruits and nuts abound.
Some quite high objects caught his bright eye,
Hanging far above the ground.
As he shrunk to climb a tall tree trunk,
Instead, he sent a swift kick,
Hoping that the shock might just bring
Fat goodies down for him to pick.
“Hey down there,” came a voice, “You clown!
Where do you keep your manners, please?
What bad joke would it have been, had broken
Bones come of my kicked knees?”
Amazing as might be, the raising
Tree trunk proved to be a leg!
From a cloud sailed down to earth the proud head
Whose kind leave all must beg.
In great awe, poor Clefable, late flaw
In judgment stinging, grew numb.
He had messed with a titan at rest:
Colossal Meganium!
All ended well. Quite unoffended,
The giant granted pardon,
And made sure his guest bore off treasure:
Sweet treats from his own garden.
Graphic Violence
Tracy plans to draw Typhlosion,
Sketching him in situ.
I don’t know where he got the notion
(No one could get me to).
This fire-breather won’t be viewed
And hates the scratch of lead.
His magma-minded attitude
Could burn the brave boy dead.
But Tracy is a careful kid,
Secure inside a dark hole
(Besides, this artist always did
Intend to work in charcoal).
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I really like these poems. Thank you so much for putting them up here. ^_^
I see that you're firmiliar with the first and second generations but have you tried the third or fourth?
If not, you should give Diamond and Pearl a try. It's really fun. ^_^
I see that you're firmiliar with the first and second generations but have you tried the third or fourth?
If not, you should give Diamond and Pearl a try. It's really fun. ^_^
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Thanks very much for your compliments, Jack! :ggrin: It's a pleasure indeed to have pleased a fellow Pokemon fan!
All these poems were written in early 2001 and apply only to the Pokemon featured in the US versions of the games at that time (Celebi was the last to have sneaked through, and that only because of a movie preview). They were also strongly influenced by the cartoon show, as the trainer names indicate. I don't own a Nintendo DS, so I've never had a chance to play the Diamond/Pearl updates, or the Pokemon Rescue games. I don't doubt they're good fun! I certainly always found the preceding games to be so! One of these days I'll get caught up... I'm always last on my block to own the latest system!
All these poems were written in early 2001 and apply only to the Pokemon featured in the US versions of the games at that time (Celebi was the last to have sneaked through, and that only because of a movie preview). They were also strongly influenced by the cartoon show, as the trainer names indicate. I don't own a Nintendo DS, so I've never had a chance to play the Diamond/Pearl updates, or the Pokemon Rescue games. I don't doubt they're good fun! I certainly always found the preceding games to be so! One of these days I'll get caught up... I'm always last on my block to own the latest system!
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Okay,
If you do get a DS and try to catch up let me know, I can give you any thing you'll need, (pokemon, tms, berries, items) You name it, I got it..................... and it's all free, no strings attached. ^_^
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although i know nothing of these things
your poetry, like your artwork brings
a sheer amazing wonder-like awe
in which one cannot find a flaw.
i had no idea of this poetry
it has a Lewis Carroll like symmetry
the jabberwocky comes to mind
i hope you are flattered by this find..
i plan on reading this bit by bit
i do believe i've found a hit
LBH you rock indeed
i must catch up to speed.
your poetry, like your artwork brings
a sheer amazing wonder-like awe
in which one cannot find a flaw.
i had no idea of this poetry
it has a Lewis Carroll like symmetry
the jabberwocky comes to mind
i hope you are flattered by this find..
i plan on reading this bit by bit
i do believe i've found a hit
LBH you rock indeed
i must catch up to speed.
