This poem is late.
I am breeding Pokemon.
I have no girlfriend.
This poem is late.
I am breeding Pokemon.
I have no girlfriend.
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You probably didn’t think
That evidence you’d find
To elect a Pokémon,
But I hope to change your mind:



So if you are American
(Or not, we don’t really check)
Vote Meowth 2020
‘Cause hey! What the heck?
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The animal lovers called it
“A barbaric dog fighting cabal.”
I called it “Well meaning people
“Who haven’t discovered Pokemon Go.”
Take that vegans!
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I lived in a two-story house.
The upper floor was mine.
I told my mom “I’m moving out.”
She said “you’re 10, so that’s fine.”
I tried to leave my little town
But an old man happened to see
And called “don’t go into the grass.”
Then ordered “follow me!”
I walked back with him to his lab
Where he forgot his grandson’s name
And gave me a living vegetable
That some people think is lame.
The old guy’s grandson challenged me
To a battle without gore
And I showed the power of friendship
Via my brand-new bulbasaur.
From that point on my journey
Is a blur of fallen foes
From Brock, Misty, and zubats
To a couple missingnos.
Somehow grandson Noname
Was always a step ahead
But I met him in Vermillion
And made his Raticate dead.
Then I beat organized crime,
Filled an encyclopedia,
Became the champion of the world
Without even leech-seeding ya’.
I am in fact the very best
So between you and me
I think the secret to success
Is skipping puberty.
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He wanted to be the very best
Like no one ever was.
He played the games and bought the cards.
His reasoning? “Just ’cause.”
Now he travels across the land
Rich and fancy free
Because he sold old merchandise
To folks like you and me.
It took some courage along the way
To claim his rightful place;
His base set boosters unopened still
By some amazing grace
Kept up in value as time went on.
The prices didn’t fall
Because of middle class ’90s kids
Who had to catch ’em all.
And so for all the neopets
Forgotten in the cloud,
The baseball rookies who faded out,
The fads without a crowd
There rose among them a modern god,
Electric mouse and friends
That makes you money enough to buy
The very world we must defend.
That’s why I’m buying at Toys R Us
Instead of buying stock.
Who know what franchise will soon become
The next Pokémon or pet rock?
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If I were a Pokemon
I’d want to be Crabominable
Because no one would enslave me
And fight in a manner intolerable.
Yes, ugliness has benefits
When avoiding death is your aim.
And for you ’90s kids who say its fake:
You should play a more recent game.
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A pyromaniacal lizard,
A grand aquatic turtle,
A plant-infested dinosaur
Walk into a bar.
Some ten-yeard-olds
Go on a quest with them.
It’s worked out well so far.
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When I moved into
The mobile home park
I thought my life
Was turning dark,
But I found pleasure
As I sought paying labors
In the form of melo-
Dramatic neighbors.
If you say “hello”
They say “Hail traveler!”
You say “I like Charizard,”
And they say “I love Graveler!”
It’s like they’re in a movie,
So although my life’s a failure
I take solace in the fact
They’re a theatrical trailer.
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Now that we can realize
Our Pokemon-catching dreams
We must make the hard decision
Of picking from three teams.
The team that you decide on
Is the team to which you stick,
So I’ve written this unbiased poem
To help you make your pick.
First we have team valor,
The team for the brave and true.
Second is team instinct
If impulsive describes you.
If either of these teams
Is the one you eventually choose
I hope that you find comfort
In the fact you’re sure to lose.
For among the three teams
One’s sure to reign supreme:
The mighty Articuno
Leads the mighty Mystic team!
If you reside anywhere
From the South Pole to Juneau
Know that you’ll find victory
With Team Blue and Articuno.
If you pick red and Moltres
Or Zapdos and team yellow
You’re surely a disgrace
And an addle-brain-ed fellow
For mystic gives you answers
That don’t require you to think.
Besides, unlike the other two
Team Mystic doesn’t stink.
I’ve presented much hard evidence
To support my choice,
But if you still think otherwise
I urge you – raise your voice!
I’d love to read your poems
That explain how you chose wrong.
Now just imagine this poem ends
With fireworks and a gong.
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I’ve been awake
For fourty hours now.
Almost got murdered
By a stray dog tonight.
I’m whiter than mayo
Or milk from a cow
But they released #PokemonGo
So I guess I’m alright.
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