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An Ode to Puar |
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Why Puar? here's a little poem I wrote to tell you why... ^_^ |
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Dear, Sweet Puar, How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... |
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One: You're fuzzy and blue, |
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Two: The cute things that you do, |
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Three: The kawaiiness of your yawn as you wake up, |
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Four: How you hold that giant tea cup, |
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Five: How you drive that car when you're so small, |
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Six: You fly to make up for not being tall, |
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Seven: How you saved Bulma in her carrot form, |
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Eight: Your smile is always cheery and warm, |
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Nine: You have a round and fuzzy tummy, |
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Ten: You're a kitty who is nice and chubby, |
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Eleven: Your whole body is small and round, |
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Twelve: I like the way your voice sounds, |
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Thirteen: Your shade of blue can't be beat, |
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Fourteen: I adore your big floppy feet, |
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Fifteen: That cute headband you wear when trying to be tough, |
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Sixteen: You grab when you're scared or when things get rough, |
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Seventeen: You're always determined, loyal, and true, |
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Eighteen: It's so cute how most of your transformations are blue, |
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Nineteen: It's just so cute when you're trying to be evil or bad, |
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Twenty: It's just as cute when you're happy or mad, |
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Twenty-one: You swatted Oolong when he turned into a bug, |
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Twenty-two: You're so adorable, I want to give you a hug, |
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Twenty-three: Against Dracula, you fought by Upa's side, |
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Twenty-four: You'd rather help your friends than hide, |
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Twenty-five: Your tail is really, really long, |
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Twenty-six: You're so perfect, you can do no wrong, |
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Twenty-seven: When no one else did, you cared, |
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Twenty-eight: All the episodes with the spotlight you shared, |
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Twenty-nine: It's just so cool how you float instead of walk, |
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Thirty: The cute things you say when you talk, |
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Thirty-one: Also the clever things you say when you speak, |
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Thirty-two: You're never rude, vain or meek, |
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Thirty-three: Your ears are big instead of plain, |
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Thirty-four: I love the sound of your name, |
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Thirty-five: It's never dull when I see you, |
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Thirty-six: When it comes to friends, you're true blue, |
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Thirty-seven: Your outfit for outer space, |
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Thirty-eight: You put that pig Oolong back in his place, |
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Thirty-nine: Whenever I see you I think "What a cutie!", |
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Forty: That time you said "Let's kick booty!", |
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Forty-one: You had to take care of Yamcha in DragonBall, |
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Forty-two: You do mighty things, though you are small, |
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Forty-three: The goggles you wear when driving a car, |
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Forty-four: I never get tired of saying "PUAR!". |
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Forty-five: You're so devoted, not afraid of work, |
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Forty-six: You're not lazy, you don't shirk, |
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Forty-seven: It was so funny when you stuck out your tongue, |
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Forty-eight: Drawing pictures of you is so much fun, |
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Forty-nine: You're the cat on who we can depend, |
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Fifty: You're in DB and Z from beginning to end, |
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Fifty-one: You've saved Yamcha, Bulma too, |
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Fifty-two: There is nothing you can't do, |
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Fifty-three: I love every little thing you do, |
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Fifty-four: All the things that make you, you, |
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Fifty-five: How you hold things in your little paws, |
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Fifty-six: You're character design has no flaws, |
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Fifty-seven: You're always there to cheer on your friends, |
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Fifty-eight: The cute ways your tail twists and bends, |
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Fifty-nine: You're always filled with faith and hope, |
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Sixty: You're not the type to complain or mope, |
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Sixty-one: You don't have a big part, but you're just so cute, |
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Sixty-two: You're clever, funny, and can transform to boot, |
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Sixty-three: Your eyes are round and black, |
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Sixty-four: Your whiskers are long, even from the back, |
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Sixty-five: The way you fainted when Yamcha died, |
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Sixty-six: It was so touching, I almost cried, |
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Sixty-seven: The way you held that picture frame, |
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Sixty-eight: You have such an adorable name, |
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Sixty-nine: Thinking of you makes me smile, |
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Seventy: You're easy to find on my computer file, |
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Seventy-one: You always give me a way to pass the time, |
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Seventy-two: It's no trouble finding you a rhyme, |
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Seventy-three: You're sweet, |
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Seventy-four: You're neat, |
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Seventy-five: You're a real treat, |
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Seventy-six: You're dear, |
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Seventy-seven: Sincere, |
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Seventy-eight: And lovable *tear*, |
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Seventy-nine: You're a friendly little kitty cat, |
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Eighty: Who can be a compass, key, or bat, (plus many, many more!) |
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Eighty-one: Your transformations make me laugh, |
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Eighty-two: And with so many, well, you do the math, |
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Eighty-three: Your shoulders there when someone needs to cry, |
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Eighty-four: Not too many cats can fly, |
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Eighty-five: It was so cool when you turned into Goku and played your trick, |
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Eighty-six: And when you had to save Yamcha quick, |
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Eighty-seven: It's amazing how you can be so optimistic, |
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Eighty-eight: You've helped me become more artistic, |
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Eighty-nine: It's fun downloading your pictures, though hard to find, |
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Ninety: You really are one of a kind, |
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Ninety-one: Your presence brightens up the room, |
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Ninety-two: You stay calm, even facing certain doom, (Dragonball manga vol. 2) |
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Ninety-three: You're so helpful in many ways, |
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Ninety-four: You light up my life, complete my days, |
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Ninety-five: It's so cute how you follow Yamcha around, |
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Ninety-six: Your laughter is such a pleasant sound, |
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Ninety-seven: You're smarter than you look, and braver than you seem, |
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Ninety-eight: Your fur is uniquely colored blue, and your tummy colored cream, |
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Ninety-nine: I can go on for hours about how wonderful you are, |
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One-hundred: And perhaps the best thing about you is that you're PUAR! |
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or, for more of my work, click on Puar |
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click the arrow to go back to the shrine! |
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