Attak Trak

Higgledy piggledy,
Good old Attak Trak, with
Four floppy Weetabix
Rather than wheels,

Maybe because of this
Peculiarity,
Still has the power to
Give you the feels.

Flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap flap. That’s christmas sorted.

Stratos

Jiggery pokery!
False-feathered Stratos, with
Implacability,
Claims he’s a bird;

Faced with the fact that his
Parents are mammals, he
Just stares back blankly, like
He hasn’t heard.

“I have always self-identified with the avian experience.”

Terror Claws Skeletor

Terror Claws Skeletor
Sports what he’s sure are the
Must-have accessory:
Gloves with some clout.

Though you may question his
Fashionability,
Don’t let him hear you – he’ll
Scratch your eyes out.

Fierce.

Skeletor

Skeletor, Skeletor,
Secrets to tell-etor
Randor’s his relator
Brothers, it’s said.

Thanatological
Study is needed to
Fathom the cause of his
Decomposed head.

Bone Head.

Battle Cat (2)

Battle Cat, Battle Cat…
If one removes the hat,
Cognitive dissonance
Troubles a child.

Telly and toy line seem
Irreconcilable.
This should be Cringer, so
Why’s he still wild?

“Oops, still got me teeth in.”

Battle Cat (1)

Battle cat, Battle Cat,
Aptly named charger, his
Purpose is battle, his
Species is cat.

Let those who question his
Redoubtability
Quake when he puts on his
Giant red hat.

The Notorious C.A.T.

Moss Man

Higgledy piggledy
Moss Man’s the boss man, the
Phytomorphologist
Camouflage czar.

(If times get tough in the
Camouflage game, he will
Hang off your mirror to
Pine-scent your car.)

“I just think it’s sensible to have fallback career options.”

Dragstor

Hickory Dickory
Dragstor, whose trickery
Lends him the perfect head
Start in a race

Then makes an exit most
Unceremonious.
Most of the road has got
Stuck in his face.

Having a wheel in your chest doesn’t make you a vehicle anymore than wearing a hat makes you a house.

Whiplash

Higgledy-piggledy,
Don’t assume Whiplash is
Named for his power to
Bash, smash and wreck.

Think how his tail, with its
Centrifugality,
Puts quite a strain on his
Little green neck.

“Oh yeah, I’m a martyr to it. Still, two weeks without the brace now, so… touch wood… mustn’t grumble. Where was it you wanted dropping, guv?”

Orko

Ostagazuzulum!
Orko’s a tragic case,
Doing cheap coin tricks and
Seen as a klutz;

Unverifiably,
Never the same since the
Ripcord and flywheel got
Lodged in his guts.

“Hello? I am somewhat concerned.”