On Thursdays, Fridays, Saturdays
She dresses as a man
Flies around the whole wide world
Doing what she can

On other days she wears a suit
Presents the TV news
And spends her evenings in a bar
Singing Krypton Blues

She likes to be ambiguous
Her nature she conceals
Sometimes she stomps in biker boots
Sometimes she struts in heels

The tales she tells of where she’s from
Are strange and never true
Although she likes to weave within
A subtle hint or two

It’s fun to be ‘the man of steel’
To clean the streets of crime
But happiness is found at home
In private kitchen time

About Frank

A Sci-Fi & Fantasy author and lyrical poet with a mild obsession for vampires, succubi, goddesses and Supergirl.
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