This poem was prompted and sponsored by the_vulture. Heroes change with the times, yet remain quintessentially the same.
"The world needs its heroes,"
said the Muse. "Times are changing,
so we're updating your look a bit."
"Are you sure about this?"
Robin Hood said dubiously
as he eyed his new costume.
"I don't recognize anything but the hat!"
"Hey, Rob! Look at this!" yelled Little John,
holding up an arrow with a boxing glove on the end.
The Merry Men all laughed.
"I see what you mean, Robin,"
said Hercules as he unfolded his bundle.
"I don't think mine will fit."
"It will be called spandex,"
said the Muse. "It stretches."
Hercules gave the bodysuit a yank.
It stretched. "Why is there a sigma on the front?"
"That's an 'S' now, dear,"
said the Muse. "New times, new titles --"
"This himation is all wrong,"
The Muse sighed
and showed him how to attach the cape.
Then Diana stepped out of the dressing room
wearing her boots, her bracelets, her tiara,
and a brightly colored bathing suit.
"Not one word out of any of you,"
she said grimly,
"or I'll strangle you with my shiny new rope."
The Muse just smiled,
and shooed them gently toward the drawing board.