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
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