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Enjoy Comic Culture’s February 06, 2019 Edition:
37:21 to 21: 28 was so, so painful.
Say it ain’t so?
And no mention.
Maybe you just don’t know what’s good.
Zatanna, what didn’t we mention?
Hello Chris,
You said that magician-type characters are boring.
I felt it should be mentioned that Zatanna Zatara is not boring.
This is, of course, your show and you can say what you want. The club soda had me feeling sorry for myself.
Z. I am completely wrong. I have to admit that Zatanna Zatara is definitely not boring. She is awesome! My mistake. Sorry. I think I was merely thinking of Mandrake. Please accept my humble apologies!
^_^
Maybe you are not taking poems your yearning listeners this year, but I wrote one anyway.
Maybe by now you’re good and free
And I should just leave you be.
But before I head off to another show,
This Valentine’s Day, there’s something I need you to know.
While you get on with life in that friendly shire,
I am prisoner to the thought of you and your desire.
That’s right.
Three hundred and sixty-five days later,
My affection remains deep and dark like moon a crater.
I’m tied up. Chained,
To a passion that’s wild and unexplained.
Looks like I’m no Houdini.
So, tell me. When things are slow,
Do you ever try to envision what I’d look like in a bikini?
-Z
Ms. Zatara, Of course we are accepting poems this year. Thank you for your amazing contribution!
“Power Girl’s Lament”
I’m the buddy,
Yet that’s exactly where my feelings get a bit muddy.
I hear she can cast gaze – all come hither.
Well, know that if I use my infamous glare,
Away like a snake she will slither.
I’m sure she thinks I’m just a suburban bore with mom-hair.
Yet for all her magic and mystery,
I bet she doesn’t even know how to wash her own underwear.
Look.
I write this because, like Apollo,
You light me up in any place that’s hollow.
In late-night fantasy I behold you, as if Selene – my beautiful Endymion.
Wish I could have run my fingers through that curly, gold mane
When you were young and looked like a lion.
You make me feel fifteen again. In days of yore,
I was just that wide-eyed girl next door,
Innocent and free, dreaming of what life would be.
Now I’m a wife, mother, community-member, and friend.
I’ve always been good and done as I should,
Reliable to the end.
A super-power of mine is that I’m wholesome and true.
But – whooo baby…do you have any idea what I’d do to you?
So what do you say, you big gorilla?
Let’s let her know that you prefer vanilla.
You’d surely be in for a treat
As that little thing couldn’t bring half the heat.
Kara!! That’s amazing!! Love it. I think we had to postpone our show until next week. Thank you!
Great poem Kara, you give Shekky a run for his money.
Yes we are delaying our Valentines show til next week, our poems weren’t quite to this standard so we needed more time…