Now I lay mE down to sLeeP
i pRay my KniFe will
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And maKe the souLs of GoTham weep
in BATMaN's sightsssss i'LL always Keep
If He should DiE before you wAKe
FLee the stReets, for your oWN sssssssSake
With ThesE 2 hands i shall Make
desPair
and
ChaoS
overtake
(rhyming really is such fun…another verse, yes, just one!)
And then…peRHaps I shall bake
a fRosting coVered BAT-shaped caKe
i'll slitheR off like a SssssssssssnaKe
2 eat my FEAST aside a lake
I also praY that SanTA brings me a Very BIG truck
So i can run over the Riddler's HeaD with it.
he ate my Potato saLAD when I was being helped out of my straight JacKet at dinner tonight.
Besides...
his riDDles piss me off.
AMeN!
