....and thus it came to pass, <br />the one they called the 'village idiot', <br />a gentle, friendly, somewhat pudgy <br />but always smiling growing teen. <br />They had deprived him of O-two <br />the oxygen his body needed <br />when he was born in that small house. <br />One day, the constable was making <br />his usual rounds through dusty streets, <br />he heard a the words 'you village idiot', <br />so loudly uttered by a round <br />and quite colossal hunk of jello, <br />'I should not think in those mean terms', <br />he told himself, but then again, <br />it helped him with his vital duties. <br />Now, quite annoyed that someone would <br />use this foul language here today, <br />he placed his cuffs around her wrists <br />took her away into the jail. <br />The judge found that the term was not, <br />as people had assumed them lately, <br />correct in useage so he found <br />the tub of lard so very guilty <br />(that's how he thought of her inside) , <br />and on that sunny day in May <br />he threw the book of rules at her, <br />which landed on her eighteen chins <br />and spun her on her hefty heels <br />right into jail for her comeuppance. <br />She never knew and never learned.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-village-idiot-or-modern-political-correctnes/
