(for Regina Phelps)
I’m sending you a super-Valentine.
What? It’s your birthday, too? That’s super-cool!
The tortured cerebration that is mine
Need never trouble you. Your soul’s a pool
Of calm reflection. You’re no super-fool—
But never need to let things get to you.
I shape my super-schemes – which, as a rule,
Are crazy. Your responding screams are few.
No matter what my latest robots do,
Your super-strength and super-speed defeat
All of my plans. You snicker at my crew
Of henchmen – and I snicker too, my sweet.
Your triumph gives me hope beyond despair.
It’s somehow comforting to know you’re there.