I'm sort of in a weird mood right now and I wrote this poem.  It's my
first attempt at writing anything poetic so go easy on me.  :)

Sincerely,

Megane 6.7

P.S. Be sure to check out the *revised* edition of "One Hour" if you
haven't already.  I think you'll like it better than the lemon version.
;)


“PERCEPTION"

(A Ranma 1/2 Poem)

>From the Desk of Megane 6.7

This is a work of Fiction.  All Characters and Landmarks, are the 
property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan Video, Kitty Films, 
Viz Video, Shonen Sunday, and anyone else who legally owns the 
rights.  


There he stood
The fiancee I never wanted
I hated him so

Insensitive, arrogant, obnoxious
Not to mention a pervert
I wanted to scream

He was cursed
Cold water was his foe 
Into a female body

Dr. Tofu Ono
The only man I loved
Forever out of reach

Morning after Morning
The boys came to fight
I conquered them all

One did persist
An idiot and stubborn fool
Poetry did he spout

Then came Ranma
Fought my battle for me
The first of many

Suffron, Kiran, Toma
They all fell before him
I felt so helpless

Ryouga, eternally lost
I consider him my friend
But he never stays

P-Chan, my pet
Companion for when I’m sad
When he is around.

Ranma Vs Ryouga
Their battles confuse me so
Why do they fight?

Black Rose Kodachi
Insane, crafty and violent too.
Ranma’s soul she seeks

Rhythmic gymnastics competition
I failed to stand up
Ranma-Chan reached out 

Shampoo, the amazon
Sworn to kill Ranma Chan
Wed the other half

Enemies we were
She tried to erase him
She failed yet stayed.

Mousse, master magician
Jealous of Shampoo’s desperate love
He tries to win

Threatened my gender
Ranma came to my rescue
I thought he cared

Ukyou “Ucchan” Kounji
A friend from the past
A threat to me

My hands tied
I could not replace her
Ten years too long

Jealousy overcame me
He confided everything to her
Rage ruled over reason

I hurt him
Refused to open my heart
Truths locked up tight

Time had passed
I waited far too long
The date was set

So much unsaid
I couldn't see past it
Now it’s too late

I weeped openly
Not for memories long ago
But for being silent

Now I sit
My new love yet unknown
Wondering what may have been

The End.  How was that for a first try?