Chichiri.
By: Mysia Ri

Along for the trip to Canterbury
Came a strange man who longed for the journey.
He wore a white tunic, black pants and shoes,
And would sing silly songs when one had the blues.

He carried a staff with rings that were gold:
When they made him, they must have broken the mold.
His hair was light blue with bangs that stood high.
A handsome young man who made women sigh.

Although he had a deep scar on his face,
He rode on his horse with such elegant grace.
He acted real young and spoke with faux pas.
He ended all statements by saying "no da."

He told us his name was Chichiri
But I found it was really Houjun Ri.
He traveled with us, his spirits to mend.
I've never known a better man or a friend.

He'd lost everything six years before now.
I asked, but he refused to tell me just how.
He is a wanderer from ar away
A true friend to us all, what more can I say?
 

OK, so that's my 100+ English Chichiri poem, no da!  My teacher liked it(made me read it to the class ; Þ
How you liked it as much as my classmates did.