Ode To Pokémon

• Lawrence Yang, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2018

I searched frantically in the store,
to see if there is one more.
I see one last packet but,
it can not fit in my jacket.
I start to open my bag,
Only to see it sag.
The burning heat
can not be beat.
I walk out
only to see the scouts.
He is holding the last pack
He is putting it in his sack.
In its sack it’s molden
but to me it’s golden.