Sometimes "Just For Fun" is a Good Enough Reason

Does anyone remember when Buffy switched gears for a episode and instead of teenaged bloodthirsty broodiness they did a campy musical?  There is something to be said for staying true to your genre or theme, branching out often doesn't work.  But sometimes you do things just for fun.  In that spirit, I'm taking a break today from non-fictional observations.  On thursday I had my Facebook friends post vocabulary words for me to combine into a story.  These are the words these generous and creative individuals gave me to work with:  superlative; curmudgeon; gesticulation; defenestrate (modified to defenestration); apotropaic; tennis (and Bjorn Borg) ; peace; happy; orbicular; abasement; energy; prenatal; Xanadu; fortitude; Erinaceous (like a hedgehog); unitard (cracked me up and drove the story line, thank you Amy); vexing; dirigible; piqued; armistice; smorgasbord; psychotherapy; misanthrope; jalopy; acrimonious; splendid and wallop. 

Lean in closer and I'll tell you the story 

of how Bjorn Borg earned his secret glory.

One would think tennis was his bailiwick

but that was his cover, his public shtick. 

After dining at a smorgasborg his breath had quite a garlic stench

he grabbed a fistful of mints but they were prenatal vitamins instead, extra strength.

Energy surged throughout his body and new muscles he could flex,

biceps, triceps, quads and a splendid pair of pecs. 

 His double life as super hero was his new calling and true aptitude

Along with golden locks he possessed great honor and fortitude.

His uniform a unitard with BB embossed in scarlet red

and an apotropaic symbol on a band around his head.

Now armed with brawn and costumed he needed evil plans to foil.

he watched the nightly news and saw a segment on hoarding oil.

There were two suspect leaders, men with an acrimonious rapport

An Erinaceous curmudgeon from rebuilt Xanadu, and a vexing misanthrope from the Jersey shore.

They were to attend a peace keeping meeting in the Hague

To sign an armistice, the details vague.

That evening the man from Jersey sent an oddly friendly invite

And the other accepted, curiosity piqued, wanting insight.

No superlative can describe the fight that ensued

when the meeting between the two men grew inexorably rude.

With a final gesticulation of exasperation the Jersey man performed the act of defenestration.  

With a wallop he ejected his political foe out of the 30th floor penthouse window. 

Bjorn in his dirigible waiting just below,plucked the man from the air and saved him that fate,

then hurried to catch and detain the villain before it was too late.

His weapon of choice orbicular laughing gas bombs, aside from his winning smile

shot from tennis cans at the hip, guaranteed giggles for a square mile. 

When the gas wore off and the Jersey man was sure he'd lost the fight.

He hung his head in abasement, ashamed of getting caught if not contrite.

Then Bjorn, our happy hero, handed the man over to authorities

climbed into his jalopy and drove himself to his psychotherapy.

The End.  ;)