General Poetry posted January 10, 2019 Chapters:  ...143 144 -145- 146... 


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Iron Man

by Bill Schott


Iron Man.
Iron Man,
does whatever an iron can.
Could he hang from a thread?
No, he drops, just like lead.
Hey there!
There goes your Iron Man.

Iron Man.
Iron Man,
he'll be there when it hits the fan.
Presses shirts, any size;
pleats your skirts, not your ties.
No one
flattens like Iron Man.

On the strike of noon
at the scene of a crime,
like a big buffoon,
he arrives half-past nine.

He's been wrong
many times;
Radioactive
when writing rhymes.
Can he run to Cocomo?
In your dreams, answer's no.
No way
not that kind of Iron Man.

To him, life is a clothing crinkle,
wherever there's a wrinkle,
you'll find the Iron Man.


 

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Original lyrics

Spider-Man, Spider-Man,
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Look Out!
Here comes the Spider-Man.

Is he strong?
Listen bud,
He's got radioactive blood.
Can he swing from a thread?
Take a look overhead
Hey, there
There goes the Spider-Man.

In the chill of night
At the scene of a crime
Like a streak of light
He arrives just in time.

Spider-Man, Spider-Man
Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man
Wealth and fame
He's ignored
Action is his reward.

To him, life is a great big bang up
Wherever there's a hang up
You'll find the Spider-Man.

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