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- The Dark Night at allpoetry
I’d heard it said that Batman’s deadAnd Robin’s gone astrayI had some clue that this was true Real men don’t dress that way They’d scale the heights whilst dressed in tightsLike Romeo on a trystWith cape and belt, I’d often f - Chelonian Conundrum at allpoetry
What sombre thoughts must turtles think When, with awkward step and gait - The spirit of Christmas Passed at allpoetry
Each year the rush and crush Gotta hoard, gotta hoard - Enemy at allpoetry
There but for two miles, go I / Accident of birth / Puts me at the barrel end / of your gun
