One Bright Morning in the middle of the Night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot eachother.
The deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and caught those two bad boys.
The old mute lawyer called their mothers,
And they both wept over the brothers.
If you believe my tale is tall,
Go ask the blindman, he saw it all.

~ Anonymous.

This...is the poetry subforum! blaugh Yaephweee!
Have fun, kids! 3nodding