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 ran to save the two dead boys.
And if you don't believe it's true,
go ask the blind man, he saw it too.
2 comments:
I remember that poem.
This was one of my dad's favorites when I was growing up. He said it "One fine day" and "If you don't believe this lie is true". His other standard was: "Starkle, starkle little twink. High up in the sky I think. I'm not alcafluenced by inkohol but many thinkle peep I am." He thought this was a laugh riot. Still does. For some reason it always made my friends think he was some sort of cool. lol
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