Ah, the wait is MURDER. It's been aaaaages since my last encounter with my favorite playmate. I've tried to make the most of the time, riddling about, but it's so very very HARD to keep myself busy, just sitting here and counting the hours. And so I've taken a little time off from my usual word games to compose the following ditty. Hardly up to my usual standards, but I must conserve my creative energy for the frolic ahead:
I've been sending him clues
One by one by one
Having my jollies
And having my fun
The day's almost here
When the work will be done.
He'll be in my clutches
He'll scream and he'll shout
And Batman will know
Beyond any doubt
That my traps will hold him
And won't let him out!