One bright morning in the middle of the night,Two dead boys got up to fight.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 killed those 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.(If you don't believe this lie is true,Ask the blind man – he saw it too!)
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One dark day in the middle of the night,
two dead men got up to fight.
Back to back they faced eachother,
Drew their swords and shot eachother.
If you don't believe the story's true
Ask the blind man, he saw it too!
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1."I come before you, to stand behind you,
To tell you something I know nothing about.
Admission is free, so pay at the door;
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor:
2.Early this morning, late last night,
Two dead men rose up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot one 'nother.
3.A stone-deaf sheriff heard the noise,
And came and killed those two dead boys.
The mute psychotic shrieked in fright,
With words of joy at this ghastly sight.
4.Now if you doubt this lie is true?
Ask the blind man; he saw it, too."
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Ladies and gentlemen, uncles and aunts,
Cockeyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants.
I come here before you to stand behind you
And tell you something I know nothing about.
Next Wednesday, which is Good Friday,
There's a ladies' meeting for men only.
No admission, pay at the door,
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
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One tall midget reached up high,Touched the ground above the sky,Tied his loafers, licked his tongue,And told about the bee he stung.He painted, then, an oval squareThe color of the bald man's hair,And in the painting you could hearWhat's undetected by the ear.
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The common cormorant or shagLays eggs inside a paper bagThe reason you will see no doubtIt is to keep the lightning outBut what these unobservant birdsHave failed to notice is that herdsOf wandering bears may come with bunsAnd steal the bags to hold the crumbs________________________________________________________________
A moth ate some words – it seemed to mestrangely weird – when I heard this wonder:that it had devoured – the song of a man.A thief in the thickness of night – gloriously mouthedthe source of knowledge – but the thief was notthe least bit wiser – for the words in his mouth.
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