Poetry Wednesday – Ode to Han Solo

Han SoloOh, Han Solo

Han Solo

Han

Solo

You were my first love;

You, Han Solo

You were the first grown up man

To catch my eye.

Your fantastic hair,

Your rakish smirk,

Your roguish ways

And devil-may-care attitude

What more could a five-year-old girl want?

I mean,

Not only were you handsome

And far more manly than Luke Skywalker,

You owned your own spaceship,

Your second in command was a big hairy beast,

And, you could do the Kessel Run in under twelve parsecs!

You weren’t only brave

You were fearless.

You weren’t simply snarky,

You were downright rude.

And, yet there was a nobility

That shone through.

You weren’t just in it for the money.

You were a good man

Who had found a good cause.

You were all that a man should be:

Strong

Smart

Clever

Courageous

Fearless

Funny

With great hair!

And, you were all the things a young girl desires in a man

Even though they are probably no good for her:

Dangerous

Distant

Sarcastic

Smarmy

Renegade

Rogue

You, Han Solo, became for me that ideal to which I compared actual men.

That picture perfect man

Beautiful and completely unattainable.

You were my clever, handsome bad boy rogue, who I could never have

Permeating sexual magnetism; using it as a shield to keep others out.

You were a good man; a good flawed man

Making his way in the world

By his skill and wit

A hero

A reluctant hero

Willing to fight for a cause

A cause that didn’t always seem winnable.

And, able to make the Kessel Run in under twelves parsecs.

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