MY COMIC BOOK HERO

MY COMIC BOOK HERO

Plastic Man never opened doors

nor took the stairs to save his life.

He slithered like a red yellow snake.

In his dark shades, he could see crime

playing out everywhere, his arms

and legs, long and deceptively

thin, stretching far to make things right.

He was my hero in those days,

an elastic man of justice

who showed us kids crime did not pay.

Batman had his sidekick Robin,

Superman, a body of steel,
Flash, here and gone, too quick to pin down,

but I was skin-and-bones boy;

he was the man of plastic,

the mystery man who could stretch,

shrink and bend: the hero of my early days.

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