A Team Reunion in Our Minds

The van rolled in, a rugged sight, Across the screen in fading light. Four figures bold, a mismatched crew, With skills unique and spirits true. Hannibal Smith, the master mind, A plan was hatched you'd surely find. A cigar chewed, a knowing grin, "I love it when a plan comes in!" B.A. Baracus strong and gruff, "I ain't gettin' on no plane, enough!" His Mohawk high, his chains of gold, A gentle giant, stories told. Murdock flew, a crazy ace, Escaping sanity's embrace. With wild inventions, tales untold, A loony genius brave and bold. Faceman Peck with charm and grace Could talk his way to any place. A con man smooth with style and flair, Providing gadgets everywhere. The theme song roared, a driving beat, As justice walked the dusty street. Against the bullies big and mean, The A-Team stepped upon the scene. They helped the helpless, weak, and small, Answering freedom's urgent call. With makeshift weapons, quick and grand, They always lent a helping hand. Explosions bright, a fiery show, But no one hurt you'd surely know. A wink, a nod, a job well done, Beneath the setting of the sun. That black and red stripe down the van, A symbol etched in memory's span. Of childhood thrills and Saturday nights, And heroes bathed in TV lights. O, A-Team days, a nostalgic gleam, A long-lost, action-packed dream. Those iconic lines forever stay, "I pity the fool," we still can say. ©bfa041725