Poetry Showdown #3

 

May peace be on you, Reader. Welcome to the Muslim Ninja blog.

You can call me Ninja.

Let's start where we left off in the last post.

M: I'm gonna judge the next round. You two against each other.

N: Alright!

A: What's the topic?

M: Hmm... how about each other? Nene writes a poem about Asya, and Asya writes a poem about Nene.

A: Okay. Haha.

N: Oh, I have a lot to write about, haha.

Just for a little background information for the Reader: Asya and Nene live together.

A few minutes later...

M: Are you guys ready?

N: Yeah.

A: ...Yep.

M: Okay. Asya, read yours first.

A: Alright.

Nene

Walk myself up to my bed

Slid smoothly a hand under my head

If my loneliness were ever a person

She'd walk through my door and beat me up for fun

I turn as she crawls up my leg

Always scared as I beg

Get out of my room!

She beats me up instead

M: O-oh...

N: What?! I 'crawl up your leg'?

A: What?

M: Okay, your turn Nene.

N: Mine is sweet! Listen.

Asya

Asya my sister since we were 7

My sister until the end, by end, I mean heaven.

As beautiful as you are

Pretty like a star

Sweet like a chocolate bar

I'm glad I have you in my life

When we laugh your smile is bright

From America to Senegal

Me and you have been through it all

I love you like my blood

Our story has just begun

You are my sunshine

My skibiddi, my flame

Even though we fight like we're in a game

Of twister in the end

You will forever be my sister <3

My Asya

Wasya

Yakham 

Goudibay 

 M: Aww.

A: 'Asya Wasya'?! What?

N: Haha, my skibiddi!

M: One more round?

LAST ROUND COMING SOON!

Wait a minute! Who won?

Yeah, I might have forgotten to pick...

Well, you can pick now.

Nah.

Taking the easy way out, I see?

They're both winners. Look the poems are subjective! Asya's poem was ... interesting. And Nene's was sweet. So how could I judge?!

Fair. Remember the poem you wrote for me?

Of course!

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May peace be on you, Reader.

PostScript

Inner Ninja

I-rreplaceable

N-ever far

N-erdy

E-asily a star

R-eliable

N-ever stingy

I-lluminating

N-ever clingy

J-ust because we fight sometimes, doesn't mean I

A-m not glad that we live under the same sky

Look what I found.

Praise Allah, my poem! Where did you find it?

In that box under my bed. I was looking for things to pack for our trip. 

"I see you've packed."

"See you haven't."

"Change of plans. My parents decided to go to Romania to visit my brother, Charlie."

Harry Potter puns aside, you should get to packing.

...

"He's studying dragons there."