Fatman is Throbbin'
Late one night, Batman said to Robin,
"To the Batpole, my head is throbbin'."
It was going on three,
Interrupted with tea,
All Alfred saw was Rob's head bobbin'.
Then Batman told Batgirl, "Drop on by."
Eager to please, didn't bat an eye.
And just like the Joker,
Proceeded to poker,
Leaving poor Robin to choke and DIE!
The Penguin, Catwoman, and Riddler,
Now accompanied by a fiddler.
The Commissioner read,
"Our poor Robin is dead,"
But Batman continued to diddler.
Robin's kin wired Ennard McFlivey,
His firm was hired for Leonard Spivey.
Justice now would prevail,
Batman, now out on bail,
Caught a bad case of Poison Ivy.
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