Fatman

FATMAN Here I now stand before you all Muscles flexed and jutting chin Up close, I am not so tall But ripped when I suck it in My deeds are seen as legendary Always coming to people’s aid A great pity I’m so sedentary Always late, but point well made Hero can be for some, a mere title Rescue is often just in the mind A Titan’s strength is not so vital Enough to peel a grape you’ll find I’m neither a bird nor a plane I don’t fly, it makes me sick But I’ve just lost my cape again A new clasp would do the trick Really, there’s no need to gasp My feats are so mundane to me My throat is sore, excuse the rasp It’s my shouting at villains you see As stories about me will be told I’ll have to think about retiring As I’m tired and feeling quite old Tight pants now aren’t so inspiring My career’s over, some may be glad Later, you may find me sobbing But this feathered pet looks so sad Why did I adopt this little robin