Spiderman

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Meu super heroi predileto, nao tem para ninguem... (csl) Qualquer coisa, podem chamar Spider Man. Gosto da musiquinha Spider Man, Spider Man... Neste traje ele esta classico, gosto assim, embora o traje tradicional dele seja tudo de bom.
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Unknow Autor (csl)

A little boy named Chevy,

Last night saw his favorite movie,

He is an all time big sci-fi fan,

And the movie he saw was Spiderman,

He is smart, always gets good grades in school,

To him being a Spiderman is Oh-So-Cool,

He wakes up with the hangover,

Wanting to be real life Peter Parker,

Executes the plan in his school laboratory,

On a spider he caught from an old tree,

Puts the creature in a flask – conical shaped,

Switches on the machine to get it irradiated,

After 5 minutes or so, turns off the machine,

Grabs the spider in his hands being so mean,

Once bitten throws it on the floor where it lies,

It hurts so bad but there is spark in his eyes,

To get the mark hidden rolls down his sleeves,

Heads back home from the school he leaves,

After few days all criminals will feel pity,

As he’ll be the savior of New York City,

… Next day’s sun rises a little slow,

Chevy’s arm hurts so badly, he doesn’t even know,

That he was bitten by a black widow,

Side effects have already started to show,

Making his heart beat so low,

Pale has turned the place where he was bitten,

Hair grew all over his hands like of kitten,

Now he knows everything was a lie,

He saw in movie and every word of comics they had written,

Radiated spider doesn’t give him the power,

It made him weak, made him hanging over the shower,

Horror creeps in as he sees a lizard,

This is something he never thought of, he was never prepared,

Luckily the lizard gets away through the window,

OMG, little boy is now afraid of his own shadow,

Then he realizes there is a lady spider hanging in another corner,

Their eyes meet and he loved her,

Her eight legs and antennas get him high,

He knew it is his love of life,

Whether to curse or feel proud on this savior,

He’s hanging on the wall making love with a spider,

What the hell he did to himself he feels so pity,

Who will now save his New York City?
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