Limericks
The Young One they all knew as Ranger
Took up the fight against Venger
Drawing arrows of light
(While wearing green tights!)
And protecting his friends from all danger.
The youngest of six was a child
Who's care-free ways were not mild
Into adventure
And ready for danger
With his club swinging freely and wild.
A Magician with way too much twiddle
And spells that sure sounded like dribble
From the depths of the Hat
That worked this way or that
He'd get nothing but faddle or fiddle!
When trouble and danger drew near
The young Thief had nothing to fear
She used her weapon for good
When she put up her hood
And from everyone's sight disappear.
The young Cavalier they called Eric
Did think he was truly fantastic
Behind his weapon of power
He'd usually cower
As his real shield was being sarcastic.
A gymnast with ebony skin
Against Venger, the fight would join in
Vaulting and jumping
Her adrenalin pumping
Bring it on! She was ready to win!
A little mage called Dungeon Master
Had orders that led to disaster
He then would appear
With new riddles to hear
And then disappear even faster!
Of obtaining each powerful weapon
Was Venger's new life-long obsession
Try as he might
The kids put up a fight
And he'd chase them with mounting frustration!
A shadow, he worked as a spy
A Demon with wings, he could fly
Through walls he could pass
Even ice, stone and glass,
His Master he'd never defy!
