Oh my rival,

How pathetic you are.

I thought you were better than this.

Oh my rival,

I must disown you,

If you don't impress me soon.

You have no muscles,

To fight me with.

You need your friends,

To save you.

You use stones to attack,

But never your hands.

You're the biggest wimp I know,

And I'll make sure to let that hatred show.


A/N: Halo! Lizzie and I really are considering on disowning our lil wimpy rival. He's become pathetic. We say in frrount of him "He's lost his touch" and he doesn't even do anything. Anyways hope that you like this poem. Please review.