Our Very Own Hero

A flash in the sky had just caught my eye
A man wearing cape and tights quickly sped by
He landed sure footed and that’s when he spoke 
“Forsooth, I am verily one super bloke.”

I said, “Ooh, get you,” in a mock comic voice
He said, “Tis a brave man, that mocketh my choice
To vanquish the blaggard of doubtful intent
So desist young scoundrel and be thee not bent.”

I said, “Leave it out guv, you’ve gotta be nuts,
You look a right numpty, there’s no ifs or buts
What kind of hero do you claim to be
You look like a dollar store loser to me.”

Well he stood feet apart with his hands on his hips
He gave me a look that said, “You’ve had your chips.”
Instead he said, “I roam alone like a cloud 
To snare ye that do-eth what be not allowed.”

I laughed in his face and I told him he’s bonkers
And his tights were revealing his couple of conkers
And then I said, “Give up this crime fighting caper
Or soon you’ll be ridiculed in the newspaper.”

Suddenly there was a screeching of tyres
Out of a Buick leapt Machete Myers
He shouted, “Oy, nutter, get outa my way
Or you’se gonna go meet your maker today.”

The self proclaimed hero spoke firmly, “Behold,
Hast I not crossed hosts of daffodils - gold
To stay thee thy hand as thy crime was foretold
And in yonder jailhouse then thee I shall scold.”

Machete Myers with his machete out
Laughed, uncontrollably falling about
He collapsed in a heap and died where he laid
By coming down hard on his own lethal blade

I said, “Okay, Mister, you’ve saved all our bacon
It seems that it could be that I’ve been mistaken
You’ve talked us both out of a grave situation
But that gear you’re wearing is one weird creation.”

The man in the cape and the over tight tights
Who had just put out the machete man’s lights
While speaking in rhyme said, “I have a plan,
I shall fight crime and be called Souperman.”
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Bauer Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 2:03 PM
it is such a treat to read a tale such as this as written by such a brilliant rhymer, terry! and the ending is the icing on the cake!
Flood Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 2:48 PM
So glad you enjoyed Souperman’s arrival. Will we see him again? I’d like to think so… now, just how many Shakespeare-isms are there? Terry
Cunningham Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 1:10 AM
Good one Terry, if he's a crime fighter he'll be welcome by me anytime in Soup Creek. Might have to ditch the tights though as he'll look out of place lol. Tom
Flood Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 2:43 PM
I heard a rumour that the mayor of Soup Creek was rather partial to a sheer nylon tight. I did hear his identity but I can’t for the life of me remember. ;-). Glad you enjoyed. Terry
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November 16, 2022 at 7:57 PM
Oh, how delightful and hilarious. Your rhyming is superb, Terry. I'm still chuckling! I hope we will be treated to many adventures of SOUPerman. Perhaps he can vanquish Moon Knight!
Flood Avatar
November 17, 2022 at 2:39 PM
Thanks, Milt. I’m sure there must be scope for a Souperman series… I’ll get my thinking cap on. Glad he struck a chord as well as a pose. Terry
Logan Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 4:32 PM
And SOUPerman became a legend, told by Terry in this fine tale. "over tight tights.' haha Terry, your humor is as great as your ability to rhyme.
Flood Avatar
November 16, 2022 at 4:37 PM
Thanks, Jenna. Once I thought ‘Souperman’ I had to get it written. I hope he gets on okay with Marmite Man or things could get sticky. Terry
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