Steve the Superhero (poem)

I'm Steve the Superhero
and you simply won't believe
the superpowers I possess
by merely being Steve.

My smile can crack a mirror
and my breath can make you faint.
And when I take my socks off
it's been known to peel the paint.

The power in my underarms
can make a grown man cry.
A single burp can make you want
to crawl away and die.

The bad guys know it's hopeless,
so they all get up and leave
whenever they get wind of me--
the superhero Steve.

--Kenn Nesbitt

Folk Song

At the boarding house where I live
Things are getting very old.
Long grey hairs are in the butter
and the cheese is green with mould

When the dog died we had sausage.
When the cat died catnip tea.
When the landlord died I left it;
spare ribs are too much for me.