Poppy-Poems

There was once a maiden, who was dancing among the fields. She'd shout "Hello!" to the farmers, out collecting the harvest's yields. She dreamed of being a ballerina. A dream she held quite dear. Her mother was against it, making her lose hope every year. But this year would be different! A Kalosian Gallade appeared. He was out to scout for talent, and watched while stroking his beard. "You'd make a fine ballerina!" he said when she was done. "You 'ave such grace and style, yet are able to ave such fun." Within the week she'd leave, on a train headed for greener grass. But little did she know, Her father would never allow it to pass. He knew the rail conductor, and convinced him to halt the train. It was the only one headed that way, so no one could really complain. As the maiden stared out the window, the locomotive came to a stop. She wondered what was wrong, until on-board came a Galarian cop. "Me Pa 'as connections, 'e must 'ave learned o' the plan!" She was worried this