A little nonsense created in childhood
To moniker a character in my brain
Who was everything I saw as cool
A name with no meaning at all
Except to capture her beauty
I thought the letters perfect
Their arrangement pretty
And I kept her around
And for years since
I used her name
Or is it mine
I guess it
Belongs
To just
Me

Young son, whist here and listen to your grand old father’s tale

Be careful with your name, my lad, 'round monsters from the pale

For one day it was Skeletor who stopped past my front door

I let him in, stole most my name, and put his own before!