Poor Alfred
Robin the lollygag prince of evil was nowhere in sight.
Batman was beyond irritated, and he had a right.
He did not want to be mean, but bellow he did.
He woke up Robin, where he had so aptly hid.
Batman’s gingivitis was so bad in Arthur’s face that night,
He was glad when he saw the Batmobile go out of sight.
Poor Arthur promptly brushed his teeth, and ate chocolate he found.
He hit his goose down mattress, and did not make another sound.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2019
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