Best Franchise Poems

Roll the credits on what's-his-name,
walks like Eastwood, talks just like Wayne,
saddled up on his trusted steed,
pistol packing, sure he'll succeed,
stealing the sunset, final frame.

Red carpet ready, for acclaim,
didn't notice the spotlights change,
when he signed up, to take the lead.
Roll the credits.

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