Sunday, October 15, 2006

 
This is a poem I wrote about Batman a couple years ago while I was in a class. I call it Batman.


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!


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