Usha,

I think limerick time if over. If it wasn't, though, I might write something like this, which is the best I can do on a foggy Sunday:

Though I don't know what color his hair,

Or of Amber, undoubtedly fair,

Still they both were created,

And were certainly mated

In honor of talent so rare.

Though feral in nature their past,

Drive their princesses often aghast,

Whether Tarak or Jer'ok,

We know he'll with her rock,

And be new from the first to the last.

Dum-Dums' four for the ape-man remain,

And with Joan they encountered a gain,

They'll dispose of poor Huck,

Predator quickly shuck,

Then discuss ERB and Tavane.

Tarak the foggy