~ I am Iron Man ~
On the Seventh Day
I descend to my subterranean sanctuary
And, encircled by mysterious machinery
In my windowless room
I become Iron Man
Starting with the yoke
I smooth out the material.
I check the front and back for marks
And move onto the arms
That will encase my torso.
As I press ahead
Ensuring my garb is in top condition
I try not to think of the week ahead
Finally, my task is over
And I place the five shirts onto hangers for my closet