The Iron Man
I have a scramble on this individual.
He made a dress out of unoriginal.
His capacity to fly was conceived.
It is labeled as the sky has heaved.
In his glove, he hid a weapon.
Rockets raining down from his beckon.
We passed by as the aircraft flew by.
That was beyond his power to say.
Could swim the entire way to the bottom.
Might actually make a trip to far off scrotum
I would be there in no time flat with him.
My superhero is Iron Man, something I whim.
Written: September 18, 2022
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