Meeting the Real Batman
the real batman is more frightening than anything on TV
I met him on my way to a rally in a town called Liberty
He was riding on the back of a giant ugly toothy bat.
Together we screamed – me and my terrified cousin Matt.
A photo would not do these feelings justice, I told the other kids.
This bat was humungous, he could have put mammoths on the skids.
They laughed at me, thought I was lying, until the bat flew into sight
The real batman’s laughing voice was the last thing I heard that night.
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