So,
the Wildlings
(those wayward rebel-rogue princesses)
thought they’d thought of everything –
with tricks and traps and surly dragons
to guard against nosey princes and bully kings –
until the Supervillain Infiltration of 2022.
Those crafty maleficent heels bribed the dragons
with shiny things and sang the faeries to sleep
with their evil theme songs,
and so they made it to the center of the Wood.
(Not good.)
In attendance:
The Joker, Lex Luthor, Doctor Doom,
Magneto, Brainiac, Deathstroke, the Green Goblin, Venom, Loki,
Red Skull, and the Riddler.
(Thanos was too busy to come.)
Luckily, they also brought one pirate,
who had plenty of
rum.
So now there’s just one big Barefoot Moon Ruckus afoot.
::
In April, we poem.
“until the Supervillain Infiltration of 2022”
lol … your mind is tasty candy—picture Hannibal eating pieces of brain … but no pain, no blood, only sweets and giggles over the whole mess 🙂
You know the movie scene I reference, yes?