Our adventure long past
Written by Ian_is_ness

My socks are worn through
There?s a pebble in my shoe
My bat?s well weathered
I have a backpack full of memories
I am Ness, the leader

My handbag holds memories of friends
My notebook holds poems of good times and bad
The frying pan has seen many battles
My favorite ribbon has been weathered and faded
I am Paula, the psychic

My ray gun is old and starting to rust
My glasses have been taped over and over again
My book bag has all of my memories
The jacket on my back has seen all kinds of weather
I am Jeff, the genius

My sharp sword now dull
Once a bright cloak now dull
My diadem worn through
The bracer no longer on my arm
I am Poo, the prince