Hurry Home
Off I flew, fist in the air
Leaving those villains unaware
Something was about to escape
From underneath my billowing cape
I have to hurry, up, up and away
I’ll return to fight another day
Gaining speed, higher heights
Thank goodness for those stretchy tights
Through the air I hurl my body
To home to go on my very own potty
Through the air I fly like a scoop
Yes, even Superman has to poop
Copyright © Janet Lorenzo | Year Posted 2015
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