Randy Johnson Poems
(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 ...
(Dedicated to Burkette Greene who passed away February 7,1998.)
He cherished everyday of his life.
He was a casual man with five kids and a wife.
Sadly his wife died and left him on his own.
He then raised his kids and he did it all alone.
He was eighty-seven when he passed away.