Original SWAT Kats Story

With Them

By David Noble

  • 1 Chapter
  • 119 Words

The author’s song to the SKs — a poem

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Through colorful skies,
Mighty T-Bone rises
to evil’s surprise.

Razor, a plight-loving demon,
targets in on the phantoms
blowing their schemes to atoms.

With the dihedrals’ vast size,
No altitude is too high.
Such heights, I hope to fly.

“Razor, sly guy, give me a try.
We can sense danger in our eyes
And ride for luck where it lies.”

“T-Bone, vanishing in the sun,
May your race be won,
Let me, like Razor, be a son.”

Now we ride,
Three allies side by side,
In morning or evening tide.

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