Yes, believe it or not, the Riddler has escaped from Arkham Asylum again and has hacked my WordPress account only to make a poem. Mawhaha!
A Riddle of Riddles
A riddle of riddles is a riddle of this,
If you’re not careful, vital parts you’ll miss.
Jump 3 to the north and 3 to the east,
If you don’t notice, you’ll laugh, at least.
I sat in the corner like a mouse of dust,
as my mind began to riddle, it must!
That my short riddle is told today.
A riddle of sorts, but really, not quite,
but if the dark does give you a fright,
then flush out the curious cat in the room
and the elephant’s fate is one of doom.
Woa to the ignorant child’s faint cries,
for every night, someone’s dream dies.
Almost the same,
and if not known, don’t show your shame.
A riddle of riddles is a riddle of mine,
it must not be told in one single line.
So here I stand and here I lay,
and kids do come up here to play.
A place soft and warm and inviting to you,
a place short of many a shoe.
I’ll give you a hint and one at that,
Otherwise this riddle is merely flat,
A monkey can’t jump due to doctors orders,
because otherwise, you’d cross all the boarders.
You think you’ve got it, you do, you do?
Then give me the word and I’ll let you through.
To the other side?
Past the river Styx?
You’ll never know lest you count to six.
So this riddle of mine is confusing to you?
I’m pleased to announce I’m done and through.
So goodnight Gotham City, Batman and all,
because right now you feel so small.
Small because you’ve played sadly your fiddle,
and ha! you cannot figure my riddle!