I am a super hero!
I am the lingerie loving,
Plum dancing,
Popcorn serving,
Potato eating,
Viggo Aspiring,
Moviegoer,

I am…

The Last General of the forgotten creed,
The laughing Grand Mage of forgetfulness,
The Ranger of the play grounds,
The Arch Duke of the melancholy collaborators,
The Poet who talks to little hairy fat naked Fay…

                They
say to me,
                            He
shall be knighted,
                                  He
shall propose,
   He shall kiss the earth and be blessed,
 He shall cry when his children are born,
            He shall
rise and be recognized…

But in my mind I see,
                     You
curling up in the covers,
                        While
I make breakfast,
   &nbsp      And I’ll wake you with
the smell of fresh orange juice.
                  After
I move your hair from your eyes,
                    We
lay…
                                In
a half daze till our children come barreling in…

Because I say happiness is a long winded poem,
being read by an overconfident, Lord
of the
Rings maniac, with a little too much time on his hands… And
a whole lot of nonsense to share
with the world…