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
Copyright © Howard Osborne | Year Posted 2022
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