The Superhero and the Secretary
just imagine
a detective of the night
a flying macho man of justice taking flight in the dawn
You’d think my lady of the office may have fallen from a building into my arms
but no
she’s been by my side all along
This clever clerk has been solving cases
from the time the Nefarious Noodle was interrupting pool parties
to the day I fell into the vat of radioactive soup
while on tour at the Not So Green Pea Soup Company
investigating its rumored underhanded hustle of juiced up pods
I emerged from the green stuff with a full head o’ hair
square jaw
a cape and really tight underwear
It was like I transformed in her eyes.
All I did was take a nuclear cleansing in some peas.
“You’re absolutely radiating now,” Her ruby kisser was irresistible.
“If we combine incomes I won’t ask for a raise.”
That was a pretty good steal in my burdensome ledger
so we made it work
persnickety private eye with a femme fatale located in the lingering shadows of downtown
positioned in the light of regal morning
symbol of majestic machismo with sublime sidekick Vera Shade
a capable whack-a-mole jill-of-all trades that fills holes as fast as she opens them
hiding just as much of a secret identity behind her narrow gaze
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