I didn't say a word today about my red underwear.
Superman!
“Strange visitor from another planet...”,
I know how that must feel.
That’s why I’m surreptitious,
Whenever I bend steel.
We shouldn’t alarm the natives,
Just when does Superman sleep?
Now that they know his secret,
He has promises to keep.
Much better to stay quiet,
And work without the light.
No need to call attention,
To having X-ray sight.
Flying, of course, is forbidden,
Is it a bird or a plane?
It just makes complications,
That are much too hard to explain.
So all my powers are muted,
But I don’t have to fear in the storm,
At least I can quietly glance at my cup,
And keep my coffee warm!
NicknamedBob . . . . June 30, 2005