Mama not Soupgirl, but Papa SoupmanA Poem by sonceotrokMy ma and paMama says, pack yer bag Sonce, you gotta go home...its not safe here, Papa says, ya Sonce , you gotta go to yer new home, no shadow no fear, But THIS is my home dear ma and pa, I protest vehemently, This is where I was born and this is where I'll die, I cry out sentimentally. Na son nah, they chorus both, nah you were not of this air, Krypton our home is calling out, you really belong up there, KRYPTON?...I yell, But that the world of the legendary Lara and Jor- EL, Yeah says papa, that's my own pa and mama bid me a tearful farewell. I was soup-boy Kal-El Clark Kent, adopted by a couple very gentle and very human, I met your sweet mama, well she Was Lois Lane, and not the wonder soup-woman, So then you were born to us with your fraternal twin sis and we lovingly named you Sonceotrok, Flame was your passion and to teach crime a lesson was your destined super- job. And now old age seems to have taken all the flight and fight outta our tired bones, And criminals now fight us not with guided-rockets but with sticks and stones, So go on my child, go fly up and away to your granpa wherever he may dwell, Krypton planet shines bright again, till then our hearts bid you farewell. Superpowers never helped us much, just got us in the lurch, And now with your mamas fab cooking we got this restaurant set up, Soup and broth that's all we've got to give if not to sell, And if that Kick-A*s kid would like he's welcome if you'd tell. © 2011 sonceotrokAuthor's Note
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