Batman has no life,

he has no dog or wife,

His only friend the knife,

who cut a hole in his cake,

celebrating his remake,

Of a Loser of all time..

..I can't think of a Rhyme..


Robin ran away,

Either today or yesterday,

He found some fried rice.

He cooked it with dead mice.

They tasted real nice,

Though he could do with some lice.


The Butler opened a joint,

He had to make a point.

Drinking root booze,

Catching a snooze,

AH, thats life!


The Mafia disbanded,

the butler canned it.

Batman had to run,

Crud, what has he done?


The pres. came along,

and started to sing a song.

Monica ran awaaay.

The Pres. yelled HEY!


The secret service tried, fibbed, lied.


But the secret was out.

Batman was a GOUT!

At Last he is dead.

His blood glowing red.

The world broke in cheers.

Threw BM's body over the peer.

When the end came on,

BATMAN was FINALLY Gone!


THE END