A Quaint Little Rhyme
I used to dine on a variety of cheeses
Which made me gracious and fat,
I used to think that I looked like Jesus
Crossed with a wrinkled old Siamese cat,
But when I was cured of these strange diseases
I decided to call that that;
You shouldn't make fun of a fool that sneezes
While wearing a leopard-skin pillbox hat!
I'm inclined to laugh at a joke that pleases
Because a sense of humour is a wonderful thing,
And if I'm covered from head to toes in bruises
I'll still do my best to holler and sing;
A bloke's got to stick with the wife he chooses
And not mess around with her diamond ring,
It's only a villain who beats and abuses
And strangles his woman with a handful of string!
I suppose you wonder where this poem is leading
And think that I must be a little bit queer,
It's not just a matter of simple inbreeding
Or thinking the end of the world is near;
If you want to know, my poor heart is bleeding
And my spirit is tortured with anger and fear,
All hope of an answer is swiftly receding
So let's drown our sorrow in a barrel of beer!
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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