For My Son: A Pokémon Poem

Emolga

I was lookin’ in the mirror, worried about my aesthetic
When above my reflection, I saw something get electric
I ran over to the window, and what had I beheld?
A flying squirrel and a girl. My heart was moved, compelled
To join him in the help, so I jumped out the window
Ran across the grass, jumped over a plastic flamingo

And much to my surprise, under the forest trees
The girl down the road, was about to get the freeze
An ice cone lookin’ fella, who looked like soft serve
I later learned was Vanillite, got what he deserved
The sky squirrel flew down, his cheeks crackled like static
I came to help but jumped away, the result was quite dramatic

The ice Pokémon was gone, the girl was all smiles
My eyes were still wide, but I tried to approach with style
“Are you okay?” I asked with a stutter
I offered my help, but started to wonder
Maybe I should train Pokémon, I could make a goal ta
“Hey, what’s his name?” And she said it was “Emolga.”

Copyright © 2020 by Matt Antis. Originally published in Poet’s Guild’s Poem-A-Day on December 12, 2020, by Ink Jot Kingdom.