Verses of comic proportions.

 

Often on a dark dark night, such as this,

Lovers, and villains, steal more than a kiss.

To ensure that things don’t get too darn far,

A silhouette of a man and his friend

Jump into a pimped up, tank-like, super car.

Breaking the sound barrier, they chase evil fiends.

In bulletproof tights- that make women blush,

They bully the bad guys into a hush.

 

While packing the thief for deportation,

Using ears adept at echolocation,

One of the two detect a cry for help.

“Dids’t thou hear that yelp?” , he said. “Yes, sirrah,

The miscreant must have farted in thy car.”

“O, thy folly is so great! Why dear gods,

Did thou curse, with a sidekick, like this?”

 

Handing him an intelligence boosting belt,

They mounted the car, and rushed to help

The damsel who cried out in great distress.

 

Here lies the legend, of Gotham’s Dark Knights,

Brave saviors who adorned Shakespearean tights:

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Mammal- man and his silly feathered friend.