Joker: Topic: Poetry
The Joker loved poetry. Not flowing, flowery stuff, no…rhymes, limericks, children’s sing-songy things. He chuckled to himself, remembering how CRAZY he used to make Batsy, when mid-conflict he would just start chanting them off.
There has been that time when the Bat swung down out of nowhere, and had landed a particularly nasty kick in the stomach on his descent. As the Joker lay on the ground, clutching his stomach in pain, he had looked up and LAUGHED, sing-songing in gasps,
“Way up high in the bat tree, One little Bat growled at me, I shook that tree as hard as I could, Down swooped the Bat And he chased me!”
Another time, when the Bat annoyingly showed up in the middle of a hold-up at a charity fundraiser, The Joker recited one to the whole crowd.
“The bat is batty as can be! It sleeps all day in cave or tree, And when the sun sets in the sky, It rises from its rest to fly. All night this mobile mammal mugs A myriad of flying bugs. And after its night out on the town, The BATTY bat sleeps upside down!”
His reward for providing that amusement was being thrown through a glass window onto an awning below.
Of course, despite it being so obvious, he couldn’t resist, just ONE time, when the Bat visited him at Arkham (see, he missed him!).
“Twinkle, twinkle, little bat! How I wonder what you're at! Up above the world you fly, Like a teatray in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little bat! How I wonder what you're at!”
First poem – uncredited selection from teachers guide to studying bats, slightly edited. Second poem – The Bat by Douglas Florian. Third, of course, from Through the Looking Glass.