They dangle from my ears and I just love them
Drops of silver, diamonds or gold
They turn with me and nudge my jaw or cheekbones
Make me brave, in truth, they make me bold
I’ve seen me going out without them
Forgotten in a rush and then I’m crushed
Nothing’s right, naked nightmares about them
Unlike Samson, feel I’m weaker when untrussed
Those who know me never buy me tiny
Studs that sit too tame upon my lobes
Got to dangle, got to jingle jangle
Undressed, if absent, even fully robed
I have a pair that hang right down and swing so
Towards shoulders, mucky minds, that thought of else
Those are reserved for when I must be bolder
They glitter so, I keep them as my best
What gives you confidence when you need extra
Is it clothes that make the hero out of you
Or is it something else, like shades or hairdo
I’m curious to know what others do
Superhero powers from some earrings
The dangly ones, of course, none else suffice
Maybe shouldn’t tell you of my weakness
Superman once did and then thought twice
My kryptonite is finding flat and lifeless
In a box where danglers live for epic feats
No one guesses, no one touches, locked up
My cowardly protection help me cheat
Been wearing them since Clark Kent was a no-mark
A cartoon nobody that needed strength
If he’d had earrings he could’ve worn those knickers
Underneath, where no one saw his length
If Kal-El had only listened to his granny
Like I did years ago when just a child
He’d have swapped his cape, gone in disguise with danglers
Guaranteed to subvert mild and wild
Lex Luthor might have laughed at the Boy Wonder
With the dangly bits that hung from manly ears
But, rest assured, he’d have crushed him without effort
Unworried about kryptonitic fears
I’ve told you now, so spare a thought for powers
Gifted from a granny long ago
Wear them long and swing them while you strut it
If she were here, she’d tell you, told you so
Need to go and polish superpowers
Phone Superman and put that hero wise
Tell him he can even lose the swim trunks
Let’s face it, he should welcome that surprise
If you catch me on the street without my earrings
Give me time to find a phone box near
Some struggle with my garments and, hey presto,
Knickers hanging down from round my ears
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