There was an happy pink city named Cherrygrove,
and in the blue sky of an near cove,
there was a colorful flight,
of groovy Hoppips in the air and light.
They were colored from the pink tones
to the rare and brilliant green shines.
But outside all the impressive flock
there was an Red alone Hoppip flying not hard as rock.
Poor Red Hoppip, has been despised by it's mates,
they have been treated him like broken plates,
like if he was trash, all because of it's color.
But they don't hate him for the odor.
It's color, red, was the color of anger and sadness .
Flying in the grass, all alone without eagerness,
waiting for it's destiny that's about to start
until a trainer found him, throwing a ball like an dart.
Out of the Pokéball a Pokémon popped and started
to attack the little poor Red Hoppip, until it fainted,
and when he woke up, he found to be trapped in a ball.
Heartbroken, seeing on how it's efforts vanished at all,
but then the trainer grabbed the ball he was inside,