Sophie O'Donnell

Once upon a midnight dreary, this Comicraftsman pondered, weak and weary,
For a name synonymous with Mighty and Marvelous comics lore.
Solid, Outline, Inline was the nameless font I'd crafted,
I nodded, nearly napping o'er the work I'd grafted
When suddenly came a tapping,
As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my cubicle door.
"'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my cubicle door--
Calling out “EXCELSIOR!”

Then an Amazing Vision beguiled my sad fancy into smilin',
By the Spectacular decorum of the countenance it wore,
“Though thy crest be shorn and shaven,” he said, "thou art sure no craven,
And thy font should not remain nameless here forevermore!"
Eagerly I wished the morrow; vainly I had sought to borrow
From comic books surcease of sorrow, letters that called out “EXCELSIOR!”

Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking of the nominative neuter singular thing
Like Some Silvered Surfer wandering from the Nightly shore--
The Vision shrieked, upstarting--“Tell me what thy lordly name is thus!”
Quoth the Craftsman: “EXCELSIUS!”