Description
In lands where Sonic once did swiftly race,
Now rests a Sonic with a slower pace.
No longer zipping, fast as wind and light,
He’s lounging low, with quite a different sight.
Beneath his blue, a bulging sack does lie,
A sign of days when snacks would pass him by.
His speed replaced by sloth and endless munch,
Chili dogs and nuts, his constant lunch.
Tails looks on, with worry in his gaze,
“Should we get back to heroics, just for a phase?”
But Sonic’s grin is wide, his belly full,
A hero’s heart, though pudgy, still so bold.
In spite of all, his love for life remains—
For even bloated, Sonic still retains.
