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!