Odemon #780

Two mothers sat at a table chatting.
“My child hasn’t been doing well in school,” one said. “I’m going to work with the teacher to get them to pay attention more.”
“He’s a good teacher,” the other said. “I’m sure he can work something out.” She glanced around. “Where is your kid right now, anyway?”
“Oh, they’re outside playing.”
“Isn’t that dangerous? There’s a lot of wild Pokemon out there.”
“The local Drampa is playing with them. It’ll keep them safe.”
Drampa burned the house down.
The mother grabbed her child. “Were you bullying kids again?”
“No!” the child cried.
“Then why did Drampa burn our house down?”
“I dunno!”
“Drampa only burns down houses if the kid is bullying its friend!”
“They started it!”
“Then Drampa would’ve burned their house down!”

-Odemon #780 Drampa

Odemon #637

Long ago an ancient land,
Budding with future promise,
Temples built upon the sand
To hold a Pokemon, this:
An embodiment of the sun with wings,
With flaming embers all over it flings,
Burning away all things.
Once entombed, twin heroes ruled
With a dragon of absolute power,
The region they planned, designed, and tooled,
And led from the top of a tower.
But the truth of the matter, ideals were not met,
The twins disagreed, their people did fret;
To war they would go, for the stage was set.
In anger the dragon split into two,
Truth or ideals, and a third that was cold,
Emtpiness fallen, freezing energy grew,
And spread o’er the land and did damage untold.
The war was a stalemate, destruction did reign,
The dragons did sleep; for humans, disdain,
Until truth or ideals could be attained.
The frozen dragon iced over the land;
The people sought a savior in the sun,
Released the moth from the temple of sand
To force back the dragon until it was done.
But the moth of the sun was full of a rage,
Trapped so long, sent the world into blaze,
Across the land the fire did spread,
Forests burned down and Pokemon fled,
To the rescue the Swords of Justice sped.
Defending Pokemon from the raging sun,
And angry humans now on the run,
The Swords called help from natural forces,
And the guardian in clouds sent out stormy sources.
Directing the wind and the rain to cool land,
The sun cooled off and returned to the sand,
And peace, until humans once more expand…

-Odemon #637 Volcarona

Odemon #868

You start with a Gastly, particles that float,
It finds a Vanillite, with its icy coat,
The Gastly approaches, and then licks up its treat,
Enough ice cream and before long this Gastly’s smelling sweet.
Now this Gastly, particles so sweet,
Starts to get heavy, with its many treats,
Freezing Gastly, condensing coat that gleams,
Now this gastly is a floating blob of cream!
It’s the Milcery cycle!
Solid, liquid, gas!
From a Ghost to a Fairy!
Solid, liquid, gas!
When your gas gets sweet
With a creamy treat,
No need to apply any heat,
Just feed your Gastly ’til it’s cold
And then you will have creamy gold!

-Odemon #969 Milcery

Odemon #651

Hard-bodied Quilladin, peaceful and kind,
Won’t start a fight; never inclinded.
May charge into and give each other a beating,
But pay that no mind, it’s just the Quilladin greeting.

-Odemon #651 Quilladin

Odemon #129

Take a leap for the sky!
and flop.
Take a leap for the sky!
and flop.
Take a leap for the sky!
And someday, you may fly.

-Odemon #129 Magikarp

Odemon #548

Petilil settled in the soft, grassy field for a nap.
She screamed as a screeching Araquanid leapt at her. In a matter of moments Petilil’s leaves were plucked and Araquanid scuttled away.
In a cave, Araquanid filled a bowl with water and placed the leaves in it.
“Come on, boil the water!” he told a Centiskorch. “We need this to help Nincada get better!”
“I’m telling you, this isn’t going to work,” Centiskorch said, “but fine, I’ll do it.” She wrapped herself around the bowl and boiled the leaves.
“Drink this,” Araquanid said, passing the bowl to a Nincada. “It’ll relieve your weariness.”
Nincada took a sip and sputtered and coughed and gagged and screamed.
“That’s terrible! I think I’m choking!”
“What?” Araquanid asked. “I don’t understand. Local research said Petilil leaves cure weariness.”
“By what, killing me?” Nincada choked out.
“Yeah,” Centiskorch said, “but where I’m from, local research determined boiled Petilil leaves work as a bug repellent! But nooo, you didn’t listen!”

-Odemon #548 Petilil

Odemon #37

Red slowly combed and brushed his Vulpix’s tail, working the conditioner and other products into her fur. No matter what he did, the hair split. He groaned.
“This isn’t working! She still has split ends!”
Leaf pulled up the Pokedex. “It says that as Vulpix grow their tails split into more tails.”
Red looked between Leaf and Vulpix several times. “No, that can’t be it. Maybe some hair gel would work.”

-Odemon #37 Vulpix

Odemon #846

Little Feebas in the river, dully does it swim
Paying no attention, yes this fish is rather dim
A sudden movement, Feebas screams; Arrokuda is its fate!
The fish darts jaw-first to Feebas. “Hi! Isn’t my jaw great!
“Look how sharp, how pointy it is! I bite things real, real good!
“I got sharp teeth, my jaw is strong, like Arrokuda should!”
Yes it seems this Rush fish only wanted to boast a bunch.
Its jaw shown off it floats away, then Cramorant had lunch.

-Odemon #846 Arrokuda

Odemon #202

The two Wobbuffet faced each other off.
A Pumpkaboo and an Octillery came by.
“What are they doing?” Pumpkaboo asked.
“When two Wobbuffet meet, they often face off like this,” Octillery said. “They stare each other down… I think… and see who can go the longest. Neither one of them want to give in, though eventually something will have to give.”
Sweat trickled down the two Wobbuffet. It was getting tense. They couldn’t stand there much longer…
And then!
One of them!
“Eee you’re so cute!” a Wobbuffet said.
“Oh, oh, thank you!” said the other. “You’re cute, too, but I was just so embarrassed to say it!”
“Thank you, thank you! I love how shiny you’ve polished your skin!”
“Aaa thank you! You puff up really adorably!”
“Thank you, you too!”

-Odemon #202 Wobbuffet

Odemon #823

Corviknight soared through the sky as they flew to the castle. Their queen had requested their presence, and Corviknight wasn’t one to keep their majesty waiting. When the queen needed Corviknight they were there in a flash to serve and defend the crown.
The Raven Pokemon touched down at the castle and fluttered into the throne room. They landed and bowed to the Queen Serperior, who sat coiled around her throne.
“Greetings, your majesty,” Corviknight said. “I came as soon as I received your summons. For what purpose do you require my services today? A raging Salamence to be vanquished? A Mismagius cursing the land? Or perhaps a new crusade into the south to bring the light of Arceus to the Nyan worshippers?”
“No, no, nothing so involved, Sir Corviknight,” Queen Serperior said. “But it is a task that will require your great strength and speed.”
“I am up to the challenge, my queen.”
“Prince Snivy wishes to have a picnic with the Princess Petilil out near the forest. They need an escort to carry them there.”
Corviknight stared at Queen Serperior, beak open.
Relegated to a taxi service again…

-Odemon #823 Corviknight