Blue Globbor
Author's Note: Enjoy the poem and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of the Power Rangers franchise.
Summary:
A poem based on Blue Globbor from Mighty Morphin Power Rangers.
Under Master Vile's dreaded deterioration of darkness
Evil's on the up and up
Father's here, and he'll make everything all wrong
Foulness that finally sticks
The perfect time for a monster attack
To crack a slimy egg
Good. Now it's cheers to being mean
A conga line of cruel
The power-stealing headache of Globbor's finishing filth
On it pretty thick
Draining Ninjor and the Zords of their juice
Remote fiend against remote purity
Feeding on the fumes
The Rangers, itching to get away into the Caves of Deception
Abandon their recent decent upgrade
Their Metallic Armour, for something with more kick
Boogie till you drop because it might as well be Christmas
Unless the pieces of a Zeo beginning save you
