Читать книгу #Sonnets - Lucien Young - Страница 16

Good friend, thou see’st this lonely seeker through

His long travails, his quest to catch them all

And I am blessed that thou, dear Pikachu,

Dost rest in my unworthy Poké Ball.

I love thy spotted cheeks and bolt-like tail;

With thine electric form I have no gripe,

For thy aggressions proveth, without fail,

Super effective ’gainst all Water type.

And though some trainers may of Mewtwo boast,

Or hold their Venusaur in high regard,

I would not trade thee for a Gyarados,

A Dragonite, or shiny Charizard.

Why should I yearn for some dull Jolteon?

Thou art the paragon of Pokémon.