MrsMagius
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A Muk once bubbled by a bog,
Its heart as soft as morning fog.
“I want a hug!” it said one day,
And slimed along its lonely way.
First came Pikachu, bright and small,
“Might you hug me?” Muk did call.
But static sparked and fizzled quick—
Poor Pikachu sank in the thick.
Next came Rattata, swift and spry,
“Perhaps a hug?” Muk gave a try.
But one small touch, a squeak, a slip—
And Rattata vanished, drip by drip.
Then Spearow swooped from skies of blue,
“I’ll hug you, Muk, if skies stay true!”
But feathers stuck and wings did stall—
Soon Spearow was no more at all.
A Dragonair, so sleek, so grand,
Glided close and took its stand.
“I’ll hug you gently, don’t you fear.”
But Muk’s warm sludge pulled it near—
And though it tried to twist and spin,
The dragon too was lost within.
Now Muk just sighed, its heart so sore,
“I’ll never hug… not anymore.”
But Ditto came, with eyes so kind,
And shaped itself to Muk’s own kind.
They hugged at last beneath the rain—
Though Ditto melted all the same.
And still, in puddles deep and gray,
Muk dreams of hugs that might stay.
Its heart as soft as morning fog.
“I want a hug!” it said one day,
And slimed along its lonely way.
First came Pikachu, bright and small,
“Might you hug me?” Muk did call.
But static sparked and fizzled quick—
Poor Pikachu sank in the thick.
Next came Rattata, swift and spry,
“Perhaps a hug?” Muk gave a try.
But one small touch, a squeak, a slip—
And Rattata vanished, drip by drip.
Then Spearow swooped from skies of blue,
“I’ll hug you, Muk, if skies stay true!”
But feathers stuck and wings did stall—
Soon Spearow was no more at all.
A Dragonair, so sleek, so grand,
Glided close and took its stand.
“I’ll hug you gently, don’t you fear.”
But Muk’s warm sludge pulled it near—
And though it tried to twist and spin,
The dragon too was lost within.
Now Muk just sighed, its heart so sore,
“I’ll never hug… not anymore.”
But Ditto came, with eyes so kind,
And shaped itself to Muk’s own kind.
They hugged at last beneath the rain—
Though Ditto melted all the same.
And still, in puddles deep and gray,
Muk dreams of hugs that might stay.