The Real Thing
(for Matt Thornton)
Henry Cavill makes quite a Superman.
I once shook hands, though, with the genuine
And superhuman article. My plan
Was unformed, but I wore a cocky grin
And challenged the serene Kryptonian
To a test of sheer strength. The thunder rolled—
And he could destroy worlds let me win.
My victory, though false, was bright as gold.
I shall remember it while growing old.
Such fictions, fans, enable us to live.
Shamefully stupid, I was proudly bold.
From fact I may have been a fugitive—
But, after he had winced, he shrugged and smiled,
Happy to see me victor, though self-styled.