What is this thing called Pokemon?

This thing that the kids and adults adore.

Just some kids with these strange creatures battling evil.

What’s so fun about that?

Little kids began to like it.

So many of the fans left.

Only true fans remained those days.

Those days that Pokemon declined.

So people like it but do not tell.

Some people parade it around.

Others, like me, say I like it.

And write stuff like this to show how.

And you, the person reading this now.

Are probably a true fan.

A true fan is someone who still likes something.

Even when it’s uncool.

A fan is no one to be trusted.

Cause they run on the first sign of collapse.

If you are reading this I salute you.

You chose a course and stuck it through.

You may be another author.

Or a reader or drawer.

But you still clicked here.

Good for you!

Sometime maybe Pokemon will be popular again.

Who knows? But the question is.

Are you the truest fan or not?

Will you remember Pikachu that day?

When the little ones begin to talk.

The newest thing was your thing that day.

And the kids thought that rocked.

Sooner or later something will give.

You’ll stay or you’ll go.

You’ve made it so far so keep it up!

And remember that you are a true fan.

Don’t give up!

A.N. Like it? An ode to Pokemon. I hope that you people reading this appreciate this. It just came to me and I started writing. I hope it passes off well. Well see yah True Fans! I hope you remain loyal to what you like, even if it is not Pokemon. The hip is not always fashionable. This has been another fic by Charmander and Pichu. A True Fan I am, and the same to you. Almost forgot.

I DO NOT OWN POKEMON! Didn’t want to ruin the beginning with a disclaimer.