Like a disease he was
For the world that saw….
Him labeling the streets of the cities
With inverted crucibles and havoc entities….
Departed, he was, from humanity
That imparted upon him insanity….
But in sanity, came in to dwell
At Arkham Asylum, Dr Harley Quinzel….
Who thought of a tot’s presence
In him; Who might have got lost in his reminiscence….
Too much, that he had to live with those coloured hairs
And a palm that acted as a lair….
For his wicked smile
That baked many to meet their senile….
Stage; but with her he tried
His charm, to get her by his side….
And he did
Succeed to seed….
In her heart
The sympathy of sharing the same past….
And at last it worked
As she went head over heels to embrace the dirt….
In which he was wrapped in
To become his Harley Quinn….
For the world, the Queen had finally found her king
As Joker & Harley redefined the meaning
Of love and terror
By being partners in crime for ever
But deep down he knew in disguise
That the Pudding had finally found his Pumpkin Pie….