Alphabetical Indiana Jones Tribute PoemA Poem by J. James ReiderJust for fun (:A man, a jacket, a whip and a fedora- Be him a professor of archiology or a tomb raider... Chances are he's lost in the village of Pandora- Daring to dance with a hungry gator.
Every girl wants him and every guy wants to be the man, for those who know of him know the ladies swoon... Grinning, he casts his whip across the desert sand- horseback; out of the Canyon of the Crescent Moon.
"Indiana Jones, I always knew one day you'd come walking back through my door..." jolting voice of Marion Ravenwood and Indy's heart begins to melt... kisses on a truck, kisses on a boat; Dr. Jones falls asleep beneath his amor- likely the love between the two wouldn't end there; it would rage on his heart like a big red welt.
"Mola Rom, prepare to meet Kali, in hell!" "Nazi's, I hate these guys..." oh, the time at the Temple when the rickety bridge fell... Pursuant ominous music, and an army of Swastica lies.
Quiet time in the study, reviewing the stakes... Remembering adventures gone by. "Snakes... Why'd it have to be snakes?" The man, the myth, the legendary eye... (which no one can explain how he lost)
Up it is cast, away he goes- vertigo attacks though he'll never stop nor stay while riding the end of a- whip which carries him over a chasm of danger- x-rays abound! All are negative! Our hero is in one piece yet again!
You know the tune; ba bum bum bum bum bum, da da duh da, da da daaa.... Zulu Tribes adore him, Belloch hated him, and Marcus Brody calls him friend.
He is Indiana Jones.
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Added on December 23, 2008AuthorJ. James ReiderEighty Four, PAAboutHello to my friends at the Cafe. I wanted to inform you I will be leaving the Cafe effective February 1st to pursue other interests. I have met some good friends and great writers over the time I.. more..Writing
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