| poem of sorts
Posted: 8/5/2005 1:36:27 AM | my grandmother used to recite this all the time to us when we were little...
one bright day in the middle of the night
two dead boys got up to fight
back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to shoot the two dead boys,
If you don't believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!
another one from my grandmother
Ladies and gentlemen, hoboes and tramps,
Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants,
I come before you to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Thursday, which is Good Friday,
There will be a Mother's Day meeting for fathers only;
Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Pull up a seat and sit on the floor.
The topic to discuss...
The crime that has never been committed.
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