On the racks
Many ninja weapons sit
Katanas, sais, nunchucks, bo staffs,
ceremonial axes, decorative bows
with enchanted arrows, and shurikens
We each take a weapon of our choice
And learn and train the best we can
At least, to the best of our abilities
After a few hours of training
We return the ninja weapons back
to where they originally sat
A short while later
We decide for pizza takeout
Calling the pizza parlor
We place our order
We talk about many things
As we wait for the pizza to arrive
The pizza boy arrives
I pay him
He wishes us a good night
And we wish him the same as well
One by one
We take our slices
And sit around the table
We talk about many things
About our lives and the ninja weapons
However
One thing we all can decide on
Is we love days like this
Days of ninja weapons and pizza slices
In our heart of hearts
We live for
Ninja weapons and pizza slices
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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