I Am Batman

I patrol in my backyard
Cruising im my pedal car
I can see the Joker
Well, it's really a toy clown
Locked safely away in the toy shed

I am looking for Two Face
A teddybear that my dog ripped
So my Mum sewed up his face
But now he is out there, free
I must track him down

I search for him in the kitchen
There I spot the Scarecrow
It is a puppet, long and thin
I must stop in my search now
So I can tackle with my foe

I put the Scarecrow behind bars
My search continues, relentless
I see Two Face hiding in the lounge
I now creep up, slowly behind him
I pounce, the battle is long, but I win

That scarred teddybear is put away
Where he won't harm anymore toys
My Batcave awaits, up in my bedroom
I am sleepy, my eyes are feeling tired
I am Batman, even I must sleep
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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August 14, 2010 at 8:42 PM
This is so sweet, Chris. I admire your playful nature. If you're a father, I bet you're a terrific one! Love, Carolyn (aka Batwoman -- last Halloween)
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August 14, 2010 at 1:18 PM
Awh, this is cute lol, the ending is for a little super hero's worth deserve rest and get ready to save the next day a new adventure lol,, enjoyed your write.P.D.
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August 14, 2010 at 9:18 AM
Lol!! The Riddler! My bad;-) may be they should add the fiddler. Kidding* lv~Skat
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August 14, 2010 at 9:15 AM
Very cute! I loved it Chris, you have a wild fun imagination. Thank u for sharing it with us. I was a tom-boy growing up so I know how fun it was to play batman. Now I am a women so I will stick to loving the characters. My favorite villains r the joker and fiddler*LUV~Skat
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