(She tripped on it once
and that was the end of that.)
the bionic ear
and the six-million dollar arm
and the super sight
(with some villain-blasting lasers
thrown in for good measure).
She can run very very fast
in slow motion
(you have to make your own
ch-ch-ch-ch sound, though.)
She’s got all the gadgets.
The bracelets and the lasso,
and all of Batman’s finest
(Mr. Wayne had an EverythingMustGo!
garage sale after the Joker died.) Robin made
off with the Batmobile, sans one wheel,
but she was able to pick up the rest for a song.
She hasn’t gotten angry lately,
so who knows if anybody likes her or not.
There is no kryptonite. She’s tried
everything, but it seems she truly
is invincible. So far.
Mama always said
to use her super powers for good
but she’s still not really sure what
that means, so she just sort of wanders
the streets, waiting for a sign, or for Sweet
Polly Purebred to call, or for the bad guys to
actually be wearing black hats, or evil lab coats
or for someone to make pithy, snide statements out
from under an impossibly long handlebar mustache.
So far, her spidey senses tell her
that all is quiet on the western front.
And she, in this ridiculous chartreuse suit
with the ability to fly.
Batteries not included.