Batman

Batman was taken, Locked up to be tortured.

Robin as well wasn't going to be nurtured.

Marbles would be dropped on the tops of their heads,

One every second they would wish they were dead.

Robin's had started losing his mind,

Batman would go too, but in how much time?

Na na na na na na na na

Will they escape, with their minds?

Tune in next week, same bat time.

The marbles had poured, it looks like batman is mad.

Now he's crazy, it's really too bad.

He does what he's told, he's not even tied up,

Looks like Batman is all dried up.

Oh, what's this? Batman's not braindead,

He's fighting the bad guys, he's using his head.

With a SOK and a POW, he wins the fight,

He saves Robin, and everything's all right.

"Holy aggie Batman, how did you do it?"

He looked at Robin, "There was nothing to it.

At the beginning, while I was still able,

I repeated to myself, multiplication tables.

The constant thought kept my mind busy,

This kept me, unlike you, from going crazy."

Na na na na na na na na

Looks like he did it, it was easy to handle,

Tune in next week, same bat channel.

Batman!

# posted by Zach Attack @ 11:30 AM 0 comments

Here are some poems.

These poems are about rock music.

Rock Music is Keen

Rock and Roll music is really keen.

Just ask the rock stars

Gene and Dean Ween.

They'll say that the money's all right,

But it's the love of the fans

That makes their job bright.

They say Rock and Roll music is loud.

I think it's quite nice.

When I listen to it I'm on a cloud.

The guitars and drums sing.

While the microphone rings.

Who likes rockin'?

I like rockin'.

Do you like rockin'?

Is it too shockin'

To really like rockin'?

Rock and roll,

On a knoll.

Eat some beans,

Wearing jeans.

Don't stop rockin'

‘till death is knockin'.

Rock and roll music is bad.

Who said that?

Probably someone's dad.

They always complain that

Rock and roll music is bad.

# posted by Zach Attack @ 9:42 AM 0 comments