herothe super hero wears a mask it gets sweat, dirt scrapes and crud from the mud.what do they care? its gunna get cooked in fire three miles from the broke.do they think to take it off? no of corse not!it hides the face as a mistory, or scars to embarised to show their face behind,so they put it on when the cry of help comes to ear.they rush to get there to save their rear,but what do they get in reply? "i need to get down now good bye"the hero waits for another deserbance in their lair, sitting on the stair,side kick at the ready, gadgets and gizmo's by their sideyep they are ready for another wild ride in the city the hero's so well provides.do hero need hero?that's a hard thing to to say but there is one for them everyday.
why underwear?why should care to wear underwear?its just so rough against the bare,people say there are monsters that could bite you there,why underwear? would bags or cloth work, or the cat to cover you as well?they itch they scratch giving a rash, like someone added ash.so please spare that change and bills for something more useful like towls or bells, or yummy pasta shells? don't care to go anywhere,well if you put it that way might give it a stayknowing if out in public and not wearing pants that day.underwear is here to stay.or at least you all can pray for me wear a pair that day.
never more booze" never more, lovet"the man mumbled into his hand."what ever for? love" she looked up from sweeping, chuckling darkly."never more" he repeeted, between deathning pauses."please tell love your scaring me" she asked her love repeativly for the answer."never, more" he said colder than the last deep in thought, not taking his eye off the unlit fire place.she walked over to see what was the matter seeing saw the bottle of brandy in his hand, then gasped "oh my love, did you-" the master's tone faded with slight chuckles "never more booze, Lovet never more booze-" sweeny stumbled from his red perch, tumbleing into the rug below with a loud thud, driffting into slumber caring on her rightful dutties she took the bottle from his grasp the red liquid sloshed back and forth,"oi that man should stop he's sounding like edgar allen poe he is"
aquatic beastwater, salt death filled us the horrifying smacks slaps from the aquatic beast, we clung holding on to one another it challenge death we gambled life to death, swallowed out cries in its dephing roars of triumph it casted, we cower before it trapped among the rest we sunk getting deeper into its dreadful jaws, the end was near we traveled bobbing strugling wished, no this was reality we were against the great pet of neptune we focosted, our eyes bleary blinded from its wraphful drool we were cover, two hero's came our way to get us out of the awful state, gasping swimming aching yelling we made it from the beast alive, now and again we see the beast on summer vacations or for fun its with us like or hate the mighty ocean blue