Baron Zemo's Lair. - That BZL poem I was working on...is done! I tried to get everyone in, but I'm sure I probably forgot someone

Baron Zemo's Lair

That BZL poem I was working on...is done! I tried to get everyone in, but I'm sure I probably forgot someone
Thursday, 16-Sep-1999 20:57:02
205.200.28.45 writes:

The panicked crys sounds,
the entire city in alarm.
Parodiopolis is in peril,
In panic citizens swarm.

The Scourge is attacking,
Baron Zemo in the lead.
Behind the scenes is the Hooded Hood,
On him none can draw a bead.

With Zemo as well is the diabolical doctor,
with her significant alien other.
He'd rather take over the world on his own,
with Baron Zemo why bother?

The police are helpless,
The army is useless.
The governent is in a panic,
Who will pay for all this?

An armored warrior sounds off,
calling heroes to arms.
A seductive laywer is first to answer,
Whip in hand to answer the alarm.

A mighty warrior of Ausgard born,
answers next, mallet in hand.
A king follows after,
Head held high, proudly wearing a royal band.

A neon blur streaks past,
thrilled to be battling the forces of malevolence..
His partner follows,
his very head a weapon of justice.

A living shadow lurks,
analytical mind ready for anything.
A dragon of fearsome might,
does fly through the air by wing.

An amulet-powered warriors follows the dragon,
his android body masking a compassionate heart.
A lovely Austernal flies alongside,
a beautiful body matches her smarts.

A young boy back from the dead,
sticks to the rear with his fern.
A man of glowing eyes golden,
teleports all over, his keep he wants to earn.

A man watches from the rooftops,
a man who's life has gone sour.
He watches a former friend,
and the arcane energy that provides his power.

Through the air soars a man,
who takes his name from a bird black..
Leaping roof-tops comes a man,
energy bracelets primed to attack.

A woman floats through the air.
magical forces holding her in the dark night.
A man moving without being seen,
hunts on a mission of right.

A pantless man stumbles throught the street,
a bottle half empty in his grasp.
A brown-clad womn races past him,
Drawing gun and plumbint tool with no time lapse.

A shield weilding hero races on foot,
driven by the forces of right.
He is followed by one hefting a sentient weapon,
against the night he stands out, clad in white.

A genderless being levitates by thought,
a purple bunny in her/his/its company.
An Amazonian warrior is close behind,
spear drawn to battle many.

From her office a woman watches on tv,
prepared to defend the team.
A telepathic beauty sits beside her,
her thoughts with them as they battle forces of evil extreme.

They are not all one team,
yet they all oppose evil's machinations.
Yet in their hearts,
they are truly members of the Lair Legion.

Hatman