These claws I use to cause you fatal harm,
Incarnadine with blood and gory slime,
Don't ask me how I got them in my arm
Your guess, I fear, would be as good as mine.
I'm Logan, Wolverine, "Patch", Weapon X,
A tough - yet tender - magnet for the chicks.
And yet I never seem to get much sex,
Although I flirt with Famke at the flicks.
And had you not just breathed your sorry last,
Torn, cut and ripped, the whole claw enchilada
You’d have a chance to learn about my past
Thanks to the desperation of Quesada.
My childhood friends, my family and lovers,
And issue one will have a dozen covers. |