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Kryptonite
Ron Koertge
Lois liked to see the bullets bounce
off Superman’s chest, and of course
she was proud when he leaned into
a locomotive and saved the crippled
orphan who had fallen on the tracks.
Yet on those long nights when he was
readjusting longitude or destroying
a meteor headed right for some nun,
Lois considered carrying just a smidgen
of kryptonite in her purse or at least
making a tincture to dab behind her ears.
She pictured his knees giving way,
the color draining from his cheeks.
He’d lie on the couch like a guy with
the flu, too weak to paint the front
porch or take out the garbage. She
could peek down his tights or draw
on his cheek with a ball point. She
might even muss his hair and slap
him around.
“Hey, what’d I do?” he’d croak just
like a regular boyfriend. At last.
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Thanks to “J” for sending this which most definitely caught my fancy, particularly since I’d found myself enthralled this past weekend with an A&E documentary, Look, Up in the Sky! The Amazing Story of Superman.
Of course, women always have the Kryptonite. Smart ones use it to their advantage.
I have no superpowers. You have no Kryptonite. And I yet I always seem to end up in the same place as Superman, croaking at your feet. “Ribbit! Ribbit!”
A SuperPoem about a SuperMan presented by a SuperWoman. Take me to Krypton.
This story needs elaboration. How about Lois kidnapped by villains from the planet Viagron? These guys are really hard up for some female attention…maybe I should stop here…Thanks for sharing this Angela.
You know I am a Superman fan. Now I will have to buy that DVD you linked to. Maybe I’ll get you one too, while I’m at it.
Oh my…is it going to be me or Superman, Angela? I get such a tickle out of this site…you definitely “got it goin’ on, gurl.”
xoxo
Very Nice. I like this PSOetry. Keep it up.
Kryptonite, a compound with remarkable properties, is a metaphor of equally wonderful qualities in the interstellar mythology of Superman. Those enjoying domination seem to often be those with great responsibility. So, Superman no doubt is a St. Lawrence frequent flyer. I fully expect to see Angela flying by, supported by a tether firmly attached to the Super cock ring, covered just barely by the Super panties worn by our hero and yours.
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