Comments about Randy Johnson
(This is a fictional poem)
I soar through the air as I shoot webs from my hands.
When people see me, they say there goes Spider-man.
A few years ago I was bitten by a radioactive spider.
After my uncle was murdered, I became a crimefighter.
My spider sense tingles and I can sense danger.
When I brought in my uncle's killer, I was full of anger.
I have spider strength and I can climb walls.
When I battle villains, I defeat them all.
I fight the Green Goblin, Doc Ock and other villains too.
It's what we superheroes have sworn to do.
Because of my ...
Yellow Pocket Bike
I love cruising on my yellow pocket bike.
As I ride down the road, I love what it feels like.
It has a semi-automatic transmission with four gears.
The sound of its engine is music to my ears.
My bike is small but it has 70 CCs of power.
It will go up to fifty miles per hour.
But I never go fast.
I treat this bike like a baby because I want it to last.
Parents should exercise caution because these bikes aren't toys.