By Quinn Hammon

Born in a city below the sea,
Ferris the Great was finally free.
He washed one night onto the shore,
Asleep in a boat which had lost both its oars.
His eyes were yellow and sharp as a knife.
He dreamt ambitiously of a heroic life.
From that day, Ferris traveled the land
Saving those who needed a hand.

And thus he trekked from city to town.
No enemy alive could take him down.
The hero’s presence was that of a ghost.
He stayed in one place for a fortnight at most.
Ferris the Great liked a good duel,
But he was courteous, never too cruel.
Since he was obsessed with defending the weak,
Ferris was labeled by some as a freak.

But one day our hero got carried away,
And for his crimes would have to pay.
With a charge of disturbing the peace,
Ferris’s heroics would have to cease.
For even if his intentions were good,
The laws of the land must be understood.
By giving help to those who wanted none,
His life of crime had just begun.
So tragically, without hope for bail,
Ferris the Great was tossed into jail.

Perhaps this cruel twisting of fate
Was justly suited for Ferris the Great.
For though his imprisonment was woeful to behold,
It was here a great adventure would begin to unfold.