The Riddler

What is it you have to answer But before you ask someone You have to know the answer People call me ed, Edward, nygma or prince of puzzle Conclusively it doesn’t matter Cause I can make your mind a dimwit crippler So you better call me THE RIDDLER Riddle me this, riddle me that Let’s recall who I am and What am I good at. I orchestrated every riddle Make them look like a dancers So please honey, don’t be hard on yourself. Because soon you are out of answers. Expertise in outwitting every living soul Cryptic clues gonna make you howl Try and try until you die, It sounds so childish As far as you trying to solve my riddles Then I’m certain that it’ll be your death wish. Batman thinks he can bring me down Clueless fella thinks it’s untroublesome, But I AM NO CLOWN. My enigmatic persona make you a psycho Allow me to tell you two rule for success One is never reveal everything you know