4th January 2011
I’m holding out for a hero; That’s a hero I call mine - (My superhero, Of origin and species unlike any other; A certain that reminds me of some kind of component of my camera and violates laws of physics, Two that are hybrids of creatures I cannot stand: Er – I’m an arachnophobic.) a hero in time.
(Extreme superpowers and traditional suits, but why,) I like a hero that holds a smile; (A hero that has a sidekick that may or may not be me, Here I introduce one that imitates the other ever so similarly, Not so fast, Not so invisible, No need for lightning scar; lose the glasses) - just for reading! (Evanesco!)
Untypically, He has intelligence; lifespan, thrice zillions that of mine, Charming, sweeping me off my feet, In the little blue phone box that resembles the one down the side of the street.
Still mine, Still a hero to masses of townspeople in supernatural disasters in galaxies in universes in times and places nothing less than two hearts -
A new teeth and new smile don’t disconcert me.