What to do, what a to-do to tumble into this well-toned tribute in illustration, fondly satirizing the great grand-hooliga-doc of grandiloquence creation? Je ne sais quoi, really nothing but I’m afraid to say the words on this art fall short. Perhaps missing a smidgen of sump-sumpthin-somethin, boobuddha must respectfully retort. We crafted this promptly and present it with pomp — we’re proud to accomplish such stuff! We set up a problem, and astutely produced a soldier of fortune-suffused, inspired by Seuss, brand new jawn you’ll luff:
Four motley mercenaries merc’fully emerged unscathed from myriad a mess.
They pursued bad dudes, for duty stood, eluding eee-villainous boom-bombs brewed to ex-splude, with nary a scratch or less.
Ladies said Faceman was the cool one while “I pity the fool!” had a fierce run – that “Eye of the Tiger” blood is no joke.
Murdock off his rocker on the job a-fixin’ for gadgets to fix, say, if the chop-heli-hop-to-the-top-ter broke.
Baddest was B.A. Baracas. ‘Cause of all the mad roles he’d had. Be glad to be typecast to a T, like, never!
Be yourself no matter who! Chase your dreams and stay true – those silvery stars do love it when a plan comes together.