She’d escaped the bad wolf,
And was still on the run,
When she met this caped goof
And kid, maybe his son.
They were wearing costumes
And masks over their eyes.
From their strange car, the fumes
Took her quite by surprise.
“What’s that stink?” she asked then,
Fingers pinching her nose.
“That’s burning aspirin,
How the batmobile goes.”
“I have to get away,”
She looked back to her rear.
“A big bad wolf just may
Be getting very near.”
“Hop in,” the big guy grinned,
The small one also smiled.
Suddenly, tires spinned,
As they raced off in style.
Aspirin added speed,
Almost like rocket fuel.
Mixed with a special weed,
The car ran really cool.
They drove to Lovers’ Lane,
A spot the two men knew.
Then it started again –
No wolf worse than these two.
© RickMack (jotoma@bellsouth.net)