January 2010
7 posts
A poem, of sorts...
There was a man who had no head,
and even then he wasn’t dead.
He went to market with a goat,
but came back with an orange toad,
(By then was weary, and it showed.)
The toad, guttural, swelling throat:
‘I’m feeling glum but don’t know why.’
The man, of course, could not reply,
because he had no head.
