In a non-descript government laboratory
I will begin this self-narrative story.
The chief scientist,
invents a cure for an old disease.

In that future, full of crime,
breeds a hero, just in time,
to police the ever expanding men of slime,
everywhere, everytime, in many cities.

Driven into his lair,
misguided doctor leader (without hair)
refused to accept his doom.
He started his machine with a loud vroomm,
and he took the captain's girl hostage,
so the captain's determination to capture them rage!

The criminals went to the past,
knowing that it could last,
executing crimes of passion and of lust.

His beloved girl,
lay on the ground, in a curl.
Tragedy struck,
but the captain's resolve did not buck.
Even as his beloved die,
the captain did not cry.

He stepped into the accelerator,
to arrive in our era a few minutes later.
So as the captain arrive in our time,
to discover a new budding regime,
I met the captain,
going about his task, most important!

Now, the captain is among us,
bravely,
valiantly,
performing this lonesome gruesome task.