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!