My name was Stanley
but I had it changed.
Now it is STAN LEE
thus, from Stanley I’m now estranged.
I changed it because I thought:
“Why am I not getting adopted?
What could be wrong with me?”
Then I remembered it not me, so I dropped it.
But later my mind got boggled again:
“I think I know why I’m still here!
My name ain’t so catchy
It’s not what the people wanna hear!”
So, I brainstormed and found,
I am quite the energy self.
And who know best to handle such a force
than the writer of the superhero comics on the shelf?”
Then I slightly adjusted the spelling of my name
I added a space and replaced the “Y” with an “E”.
I smiled as soon as the changes were made
because I’m a happy boy, this STAN LEE.
Now, please just adopt me
as quickly as you possibly can
because outside of the shelter I would finally be
someone’s hero dog – someone’s Superman!