Thanks for this assignment, Kate -- though I'm afraid it's impossible for me to be as amusing as the original story.
I can't claim it's all that skillful -- maybe I can fix it up a little bit later -- but here goes:
My Life as a Parisian Superhero
“It’s a bike! It’s a vacuum! It’s Motocrotte Man!”
Exclaims a Parisian polluter.
The women all swoon. (Nothing beats the elan
Of a man on a poop-scooping scooter.)
The Crudmobile weaving toward each canine leaving,
I modestly tip my beret,
Proceeding to glean, in a flash of bright green,
That pasture, the Champs Elysee.
Admired by my neighbors for Augean labors
Against the dominion of Turd,
I'm Merde Uebermensch -- quintessentially French
Superman of the Absurd.
[This message has been edited by ChrisW (edited November 11, 2001).]
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