I don't really like Batman myself, but since Father's Day is coming along, I decided to make him a little poem. It's silly, but I was in a very good mood when I wrote it.
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Batman was a fat man, who lived in a cave,
He had a side kick named Robin, and a butler who was his slave;
He fought crime, and kicked lots of butt,
And every so often, he would just get out to strut his stuff.
He saved pretty girls and fought Joker a time or two,
And unless a bucket of paint fell on him, he never felt blue;
Til' one day, everything changed,
When he found that his bedrood had been drastically rearranged!
His curtains were purple and his bed sheets were pink,
His clothes smelled of perfume instead of their usual stink;
He ran to his butler in a blind fury,
"Why is my room so girly?" he asked as his eyes were getting blury.
His butler answered, "Your outlook on life was a bit to dark."
He cursed his servant in his mind, that horrible old snark!
His butler refused to change it so he accepted it over time,
He even took bubble baths and wore a tutu when he fought crime.
"Batman's gone crazy," the town's people began to say,
So the made a petition and sent him to an asylum very far away;
"Hey, Fruitbat!" Joker greeted, "Never thought I'd see you here!"
Batman sighed heavily, he could really use a pack of beer.
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Yes, I know the Batman's butler is named Alfred, but I just called him "his butler" because it made the sentence longer when it needed it. Then again, I'm no expert on poems. Well, I hope you enjoyed it!