A FUNNY LITLE RHYME
Sometimes I Have Mad Little Moments (No Question About It!)
I knew a man who tried to tell me,
That when I used a question mark,
It did not mean I'd asked a question,
That it was a fin without a shark.
That it meant, to him, something
That it did not mean to me,
That the man who wrote the question,
Was as wrong as one could be.
So now when I ask a question,
I don't expect a reply ,
That I'll not be left here wondering ...
Why Oh why Oh, why...???
But that's what comes from blundering,
Through rain when it is dry.
When a bee lands on a plastic flower,
Thinking it a real one by mistake,
Then perhaps it will be passed the hour,
For a safe trip across the lake.
For the water may not be water,
The boat may even lack a keel,
You may find the things you slaughter,
Float no longer in your meal.
If you part your hair down the middle,
Make sure that you have some hair,
Because you'll never solve the riddle,
When your brains are everywhere.
Of why Nero played the fiddle,
As though he simply did not care.
Do you know who Guy Fawkes was,
Or why Christmas has a Clause,
That states that Carol cannot sing,
Without a copyright of course.
Songs written in the HIM book,
HER book was never writ!
Though if you want to take a closer look,
The WO in MAN just would not fit,
Is all subject to copyright,
And your voice can copy too,
Just listen to the mimics mate,
Behind those bars in the zoo...
I know, I know... but it's too late...
For me!... and yes for you!