More Pokémon themed Poéms

Good afternoon,
Here are some poems I've done about Pokémon. That age old theme. I like Pokémon. I hope you like poems about them. Inspired by them. Here:

Pokémon Poems, Vol. II

7.) You’re as lovely as a Polywag,
And as daunting as a Fearow.
Dear mother.

8.) ‘Nigel, use Thundershock!’
Try as he might, Nigel couldn’t.
He’s a human.
Not an electric/normal type Pokémon.

9.) When did you last see an Aerodactyl?
Never. Is the answer. He’s a dinosaur type Pokémon and thus
Extremely rare.

10.) Professor Oak promised he would never do that again.
He said, ‘I only do it because you push me to it!’
Charmander shivered in a corner,
Praying that next time it would be different.

11.) Clutching a bottle of fine Scotch,
Tangela pissed on a Metapod,
By mistake.
He thought it was a bollard.

12.) ‘Run free, Ponyta!’
Screams Brock.
Loading his rifle and taking aim.

Of Children On A Bench (also Edinburgh Fringe)

Hello there, dear friend, dear lovely friend. I, yes, have been away. Doing the whole Edinburgh Fringe (festival) thing! I'm still there actually. It's nice and good (two of the best things). But not all is well up here. Because there are some kids apparently intent on RUINING THE FESTIVAL. So I've written a poem about them. Here we go.

Of Kids On A Bench

Two kids sit on a bench.
Harmless?
No. No, certainly not.
Armed. To the teeth.
With straws from Starbuck’s frappucinos,
With paper from the ground.
They roll up and they wad up spitballs,
And fire them all around.
They target boys.
And not just boys.
Girls too.
The dicks.
They then target a lovely dog,
Which calmly ambles by.
That does it, the bloody effing rotters,
I’ll learn them good, Thinks I.
So I kicked them and kicked them
Til they could be kicked no more.
Then, laughing, fired a spitball at them,
As they wailed up from the floor.