Superhero Sunday: Barred Again!

Somnambulist, that villain, had at last
Performed a deed for which there could be no
Forgiveness. He had penetrated vast
But poorly guarded systems, there to sow
A soporific spewer deep within
Wind City's only H2O supply!
The population, dangerously thin
From malnutrition (from another sly
And sneaky plot), too swiftly did succumb!
A city fast asleep was open to
Whatever he might do! But then came young
Barista, caffeinated, zooming through
Each household, stirring all to wakefulness
With percolator, drip machine or press!

Superhero Sunday: United

The factory caught fire, and those inside
Were trapped and coughing, lost amidst the smoke.
The owners never bothered to abide
By safety codes, and as their workforce choked,
One hero only had a chance to save
These victims, who could rally John and Jane
Q. Citizen to do their duties. Wave
A grateful hand; the need is ever plain.
The Worker of the World, come on the scene,
Inspired all passersby, who rushed to aid
The seamstresses! They formed a vast machine
Blew out the flames, and handily then made
Escape for all into reality,
Then off on all their ways they went, all free.

Superhero Sunday: How Handy Saved Jim Dandy

Jim Dandy had been kidnapped once again.
He'd been mistaken, just like always, for
His Doppelganger, handsome Beyond Ken,
Whose wife was rich, bought houses by the score,
And always picked the winning stocks. Once she
Did notice the misplaced and misspelled note
Demanding ransom, she told Ken to be
A doll, and call up Handy Miss. “They wrote
In crayon this time, I see. Oh please, find that man
Before they hurt him.” Handy Miss agreed.
Her latest gadget, planted, per her plan
On Jim last time, broadcast the foolish deed
O’er all Bluetooth devices within range.
Jim Dandy wasn't captive long. How strange!

Sci-Fi Saturday: Just Super

The message from his father never reached
Young Clark and so in Smallville did he stay.
And when his pa did die his ma beseeched
Him: keep the farm alive! There was no way
That he could tell her no. Within a year.
He had a son, but Lana did not live
For reasons we might guess, but not, I fear,
Our hero, who gave all he had to give
To let his child live normally -- but when
A green-hued stone fell straight down from the sky
And cratered in his cornfield, once again
Intelligence had failed to reach him. By
The time he'd moved the kryptonite, too late!
All hail Lord Luthor, as was e'er our fate.