There's this rich guy called Tony Stark,
His past was bleak, his past was dark...
His heart gets powered by a spark,
He flies like Superman... or Clark...
He swiftly circles in an arc,
Must faster than a speeding lark
Or racing greyhound prone to bark...
When folks look up, they soon remark,
'That's not a flying bird or shark!
It's Iron Man! It's Tony Stark! '
Denis Martindale July 2019.
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