Goodbat Nightman

Poem By Roger McGough

God bless all policemen
and fighters of crime,
May thieves go to jail
for a very long time.

They've had a hard day
helping clean up the town,
Now they hang from the mantelpiece
both upside down.

A glass of warm blood
and then straight up the stairs,
Batman and Robin
are saying their prayers.

* * *

They've locked all the doors
and they've put out the bat,
Put on their batjamas
(They like doing that)

They've filled their batwater-bottles
made their batbeds,
With two springy battresses
for sleepy batheads.

They're closing red eyes
and they're counting black sheep,
Batman and Robin
are falling asleep.

Comments about Goodbat Nightman

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It's cute and endearing
fun to read, puts a smile on my face, and don't we all need a bit of funny to help us along
There is a very great deal of allusion to this: http: //allpoetry.com/poem/8518995-Vespers-by-A.A._Milne For McGough's immediate audience in Britain when his poem was written, 'Vespers' was probably so well known as to render accreditation unnecessary. Handy info for any student types that pop in here though?


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