if i eat in the late evening/then i am one who sups supper/making me a supper supper

and if i habitually greet friends with “‘Sup?”/ as a contractual corruption of “What’s up?”/ why then i suppose/whether or not i wear supp-hose/that i am a supper supper supper

but then if a pterodactyl swoops down and dines on me/well guess what?!/i will have become a supper supper supper’s supper

and the pterodactyl/also one who sups

and if i am clark kent also known as kal-el

then we have a super supper supper supper supper’s supper

and speaking of super

this poem is over