Lack of communications between the provinces,
does not necessarily trouble the capital.
Sometimes after unwittingly frightening himself,
one guy would offer up reassurance to himself
by saying, “Hey, it’s only me.“
(If having ‘em in your sights assured you of a kill,
even the blind would be neural Red Barons.)
The only legit reason to buy a hero,
is to later beat him up.
One youngster, (who may be on the way
to being onto something),
cried out, “Nay, nay, Grand Prix,
I want to live where Popeye makes spinach strong.”