~It’s October 15th! Woo! What’s so special about October 15th you ask? Gee, what a good question! Here come Lissa and Meg, I’m sure they’ll explain.....~
Meg and Lissa: *run into the RR excitedly*
Gohan: What’s got them so excited?
Videl: No Idea. It’s Monday, what could possibly be exciting about a Monday?
Lissa: There’s plenty to be excited about!
Trunks: Yeah, like what?
Meg: Fools! Don’t you know what today is?!
All: No....
Meg and Lissa: WORLD POETRY DAY!
~Silence.....~
Pasha: Says who?
Lissa: Says my school planner book thing. I paid 5 bucks for that.....it better be right.
Vejita: And what the hell is that supposed to mean to me?
Meg: Psh! Come on guys, poetry’s great!
Random few: *koff*
Meg: Hey! No dissing poets! That’s our job.....
Lissa: *grins*
Sean: Um.....what do you two do to poets that we’re unaware of......
Piccolo: *pries Roshi off and sets him on the couch*
Lissa: Thanks.
Meg: ANYWAY, we don’t DO nasty things to poets! We barge into their rooms on Cheeta Chat and piss them off ^.^
Lissa: *nods*
Ashka: So uh....you harass poets?
Meg and Lissa: *nod*
Gohan: Who don’t you harass?
Meg: Uh.......
Lissa: *thinks*
Meg: Animals.......
Lissa: ......Yeah
Gohan: Right.
Lissa: Whatever. Let’s celebrate guys!
Yamcha: I’m up for it! Poetry is my middle name!
Roshi: Quiet, little boy, you know nothing!
Others: *groan*
Vejita: Well for one, I don’t give a damn about World Poetry Day, so you guys have fun.
Bulma: I don’t think so! If WE have to celebrate about poetry, then YOU do too!
Vejita: *grunts* I do not.
Kenny: Come on Vejita, I bet it won’t be that bad.
Vejita: *glares*
Kenny: Um.....ok so maybe it will.....
Meg: What’s that supposed to mean!?
Kenny: Nothing! It’ll be a blast!
Meg: Right!
Gokou: I don’t know how to write poetry.....
Lissa: That’s ok Gokou, no one else does either.
Yamcha: I do too!
Gero: So do I!
Meg: Erm.....great. Well, to celebrate, everyone go write a poem, right now! We're gonna share 'em later!
All: *blink*
Meg: *jumps up and down, whining* Right noooow!
Vejita: I’m not writing a poem.
Lissa: Yes you are.
Vejita: I said I’m not writing a *censored* poem!
Meg and Lissa: O.O
Ashka: Oooooh!
Pasha: Potty mouth! Trunks, your daddy’s foul mouthed!
Trunks: *sweatdrop*
Ashka: Get out the soap! *waves a bottle of Joy in Vejita’s face*
Vejita: *smacks it way* Stop it!
Ashka: Hey! *whacks Vejita upside the head with the bottle* MEANY!
Vejita: *grunts*
Pasha: *snickers*
Trunks: *rests his head in his hands*
Pasha: Aw, it’s ok Trunks, I still love you. *hugs*
Trunks: I know.
Meg: Vejita, that’s no one way to celebrate World Poetry Day. Now go write a poem!
Vejita: *storms off*
Meg: You better write one!
Bulma: *shakes her head*
Gokou: Vejita’s always so cranky.
ChiChi: More like an asshole then cranky.
Others: *gasp*
Gokou: ChiChi!
ChiChi: Whoops. Hehe ^.^;;
Lissa: Ok, everyone go write a poem!
~And so the group reluctantly goes off to write poems....~
Sean: *growls* This sucks!
Kenny: Not really.
Sean: IT SUCKS!
Kenny: Sean, this should be easy for you! Write about your clad tin piece of crap sword! I’m sure you’ll be able to find PLENTY to say about it!
Sean: *gasp* You’re right. *grabs a pen*
~On the couch......~
Ashka: This is stupid.
Pasha: *nods*
Goten: I don’t know what to write. I’m not a poet!
Trunks: Neither are the rest of us.
All four: *groan*
Yamcha: *giggles* I’m so good at this.
Tien, Roshi, and Gero: *glare*
Chaozu: *grins* I like World Poetry Day......
Gohan: *blinks at Chaozu* Can’t wait to hear his....
Videl: *rolls her eyes* Yeah really.
Lissa: *looks over at Piccolo*
Piccolo: *meditates*
Lissa: *shrugs*
~A few minutes later.....~
Meg: Alright guys, let’s go, poem time!
Yamcha: *sprints* Let me go first!! PLEASE!
Lissa: Do you have to?
Yamcha: Yes.
Lissa: Ugh ~.~
Meg: *snickers* Go ahead Yamcha.
Yamcha: *AHEM!* Lissa, my love, how I worship the ground you walk on! I throw myself at your feet! Oh Lissa, is there anything else as sweet? Your name is a song, I could sing it all day long! L is for lovely, I is for irresistible, S is for sexy, S is for sultry, A is for angel. Lissa, my goddess.
Bulma: *slams her hand over Vejita’s mouth* Just don’t!
Vejita: *growls*
Yamcha: *runs over to Lissa* Did you like it? I wrote it just for you.
Lissa: Um...y...yeah, thanks Yamcha.....
Meg: *cackles*
Lissa: *glares*
Yamcha: *makes a face at Roshi* Beat that.
Roshi: *scowls*
Gero: MY TURN!
Meg: *pales*
Lissa: *snickers* Go on Gero, nice and loud now!
Gero: Meg my dearest, you beautiful rose. How I’d love to tear off your clothes.
Meg: O.O
Lissa: *slaps her knee, laughing*
Meg: oh my God..... ~.~
Gero: To see you naked would be such a treat, a delicious piece of chocolate ready to eat.
Piccolo: What?! Alright, that’s enough!
Meg: *mumbles incoherently*
Lissa: Good job Gero!
Pasha and Ashka: *snicker*
Gero: I’m not done!
Piccolo: You’re done!
Gero: *sighs*
Roshi: Me next!
Piccolo: NO! Someone else go! You four, not another word!
Roshi, Gero, Yamcha, and Tien: *sulk*
Roshi: Good job Gero, I wanted to go!
Gero: Oh shut up.
Lissa: Hm.....Vejita, you go next.
Vejita: No.
Lissa: Come on! Don’t by such a wuss.
Vejita: I’m not a wuss!
Lissa: Then say a poem!
Vejita: FINE! You want a poem? Here's a poem! There once was a stupid girl named Lissa. Who had a worthless friend named Meg. They really pissed me off........SO I BEAT THEM IN THE HEAD!!!
Lissa and Meg: *GASP!*
Sean: *applauds*
Vejita: Happy?!
Bulma: *smacks Vejita*
Vejita: Woman!
Pasha: *pats Trunks’ back* It’s ok, hon.
Trunks: *stares at the floor*
Ashka: Poor Trunks.
Goten: *snickers quietly*
Gokou: Gee Vejita, that wasn’t a very nice poem.
Vejita: I don’t care.
Meg: *stares at Vejita, fuming, Piccolo holding her down*
Lissa: *glares at Vejita, restrained by Gohan* Ok Gokou, you read yours.
Gokou: Um.....ok. *said to the tune of the Oscar Mayer commercial* My Jell-O has a first name, it’s Gel-A-T-I-N! My Jell-O has a second name, it’s Des-S-E-R-T! Oh I love to eat it everyday, if you ask me why I’ll saaaaaay, cause gelatin desserts have a way with
J-E-L-L-O hooray!
Lissa and Meg: *giggle*
Meg: Good job Gokou!
Gokou: ^_^
Vejita: Idiot.
ChiChi: *smack!*
Vejita: HEY! *rubs the side of his face*
ChiChi: Hmph.
Kenny: I wrote one I wrote one!
Lissa: Kay, go ahead.
Kenny: There once was a man named Sven. Who ate a 50-foot hen. He got really fat, and unhealthy at that, and blew up all over the den!
Sean: *pushes Kenny out of the way* My turn.
Kenny: Hey! Seeaaan! Lissa, he pushed me!
Lissa: it's ok Kenny.
Sean: *interrupts* *ahem* Sword oh sword, how you glisten in the sun. You’re pointy and sharp and oh so much fun. The blade, how pointy, and it cuts very clean, no splattering blood, no need for the washing machine!
~15 minutes later......~
Sean: .........and that is why, my sword, you are number 1!
Others: *snore*
Sean: *slams the flat side of his sword against the table*
All: AH!
Meg: Good poem Sean!
Sean: That’s right.
Lissa: Ok, Pasha, you go.
Pasha: Um.....the four of us wrote one together. *points to Ash, Goten, and Trunks*
Lissa: Kay, shoot.
Goten: Hehe ^_^;; Ode To A Spoon. *says dramatically* Oh spoon, oh spoon, oh marvelous spoon, your stunning shape....it makes me swoon! I wish I could use you more and more, but there just aren’t enough of you in the drawer.
Ashka: *does hand motions to what she says* I love how you help me stuff my face. And help me clean up my cat’s nasty waste. I love the way you stir my drink. Whenever I drop you, I feel like a fink.
Trunks: When I look into your back I see, I’m right side up and stretched oh so painfully. *cringes as if in pain* But when I look at your concave half, I’m upside down! It makes me laugh.
Pasha: *speaks dramatically* Oh spoon, oh spoon! How I love you. Your slender handle and silvery hue. Oh, my spoon, my little dove. *throws her arms out* You’re the only one I’ll ever love!
Others: *laugh*
Bulma: That was.....original.
All 4: Thank you, thank you.
Meg: Hehe, who’s next?
Chaozu: Me.
Meg: *glares* You don’t count.
Chaozu: I count! Tien! Tell her I count!
Tienshinhan: ...........
Chaozu: *scoffs* Traitor. Who cares I’m going anyway. Meg, Meg, you’re fat as a shed. How I want to crush your head. Tear off your arms one by one, feed them to a goat and when I’m done, I’ll jam the whole thing down your throat. I’ll take an axe and chop off your legs. Take hold of your feet, and beat you dead. After I stab you repeatedly, I’ll take the carcass and hang it from a tree!
Piccolo: *restrains Meg*
Gohan: Chaozu, I’d start running if I were you.
Chaozu: Why?
Piccolo: *smirks and let’s Meg go*
Meg: You *censored-ing* son of a *censored-ing censored*!!! I’LL *censored-ing* KILL YOU!!!
All: O.O
Pasha: Wow.....
Chaozu: AH! TIEN!
Meg: *charges*
~A couple minutes later, Chaozu hobbles back over and lays on the couch, twitching....~
Meg: *walks back calmy, dusting her hands off* Alright, that’s it. World Poetry Day has officially been ruined! We’re done with poems!
