Deidara had a pompoen Shell
Deidara had a pompoen shell,
with sides so smooth and round.
Its hollow center echoed loud,
even the smallest sounds.
It had an oranje color,
that shined so bright and true.
It always seemed so cheerful,
even when leaking goo.
He grew it from a seedling,
and watered it each day.
Until it sprouted a tiny leaf,
in the spring of early May.
Only a few days after that,
it grew its very first vine.
Then after a few meer of those,
its glory matched the vines of wine.
He was so glad and cheerful,
he'd often smile wide.
Until the dag he opened it,
and found what lay deep inside.
First came the stubby finger,
and then the pure black hair.
It crept out of the hole he'd made,
within its hollow lair.
volgende came the color green,
a scarf to be exact.
Then the rest of the body,
suited in nothing but midnight black.
The thing looked at Deidara,
and gave smile, coy.
Then he opened his mouth and said,
"Tobi's a good boy
Deidara had a pompoen shell,
with sides so smooth and round.
Its hollow center echoed loud,
even the smallest sounds.
It had an oranje color,
that shined so bright and true.
It always seemed so cheerful,
even when leaking goo.
He grew it from a seedling,
and watered it each day.
Until it sprouted a tiny leaf,
in the spring of early May.
Only a few days after that,
it grew its very first vine.
Then after a few meer of those,
its glory matched the vines of wine.
He was so glad and cheerful,
he'd often smile wide.
Until the dag he opened it,
and found what lay deep inside.
First came the stubby finger,
and then the pure black hair.
It crept out of the hole he'd made,
within its hollow lair.
volgende came the color green,
a scarf to be exact.
Then the rest of the body,
suited in nothing but midnight black.
The thing looked at Deidara,
and gave smile, coy.
Then he opened his mouth and said,
"Tobi's a good boy