Twas the night before Tuesday...
Automatonation on Sufficient Velocity said:
He will be able to do far better than I, my parodic juices were drained after the little I wrote.
Challenge accepted...
Twas the night before Tuesday, and all through the Bay,
Not a Villain was stirring, nor some heros, I'd say.
The Dockworker's Union had arranged it with care,
And Mayor Roy had promised that Kaiju'd be there.
The important and rich were all waiting to see,
While low lives and criminals stood ready to flee
And New Wave on standby, ready for trouble,
As out in the Bay, the water did bubble.
When out of the depths, the great creature did rise,
All who observed, were consumed with surprise.
A great wailing began, as sirens were started,
But Mark and his team acted, they only farted.
The Director of Heros gaped in awed shock,
Fucking Bullshit! cried the Blocker of Clock!
Danny smiled with family pride,
His daughter did wave as weak people cried.
Kaiju dove into the water again,
While silence spread widely, the City astrain
To hear, or to see, what the creature would do,
For some time crawled while for others it flew.
Far out on the horizon, almost out of sight,
The Tanker did shift, causing much fright.
All present did gape, did point and did stare,
While Coil, the coward, hid deep in his lair.
The great vessel turned, pointing back to the shore,
A gasp of shock came, as the viewers saw more.
The vast lizard came swimming, towing the ship,
Past the public who stared, some planning a trip.
Max in his tower did watch in great wonder,
Then turned to his men and tore their orders asunder,
The Dock Workers Union was completely forbidden,
He pointed at Kaiju, who knows what they've got hidden?
Miss Militia stared horrified, her weapon forgotten,
Knowing that her bullets may as well be of cotton,
Armsmaster and Dragon, Tinkers and friends,
Exchanged awed glances before new plans were penned.
Inside the pub, people drank and they talked,
When into the place the sailors they flocked,
Shouting and wailing, and carrying on,
About the Beast that must be Satan's own Spawn.
At the back table where he drank to forget,
Lung the Salamander was starting to sweat.
Hearing the news, old Erwin did laugh,
Smiling and shouting, he took a great quaff.
Then rising and approaching the door he did peer,
Before turning back smiling, and called for more beer.
Raising his glass high, he laughed like a loon,
Then shouted triumphantly,
"I fucking told you, you bastards!"