touched by immaturity (unknown source)

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
    They lived on the corner, in the middle of the block,
    On the second floor of a vacant lot.
    Back-to-back they faced one another,

    Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn’t see,
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and shot the two dead boys.
A paralyzed donkey walking by,
Kicked the copper in the eye,
Sent him through a rubber wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all.

A mute onlooker shrieked in fright
And a lame man danced at the ghastly sight

(If you don’t believe this lie is true

Ask the blind man — he saw it too!)

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  1. #1 by Gertrude on October 5, 2010 - 9:27 am

    I love this!!!!! 😀 Where did you get it?

  2. #2 by Ruth on October 5, 2010 - 9:29 am

    I love it!!!! It is sooooo hilarious!

  3. #3 by Emily on October 5, 2010 - 7:34 pm

    Have I mentioned that I think this is sooooo dumb?

    By the way, another great thing about the new layout: It works so much better in mobile format.

  4. #4 by HannahR on October 6, 2010 - 8:30 pm

    HEH HEH HE HE!!!! HA! That. is. hilarious!!! I LOVE that poem!!!!!

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