Ladies and Gentlemen, skinny and stout, <br />I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about; <br />The Admission is free, so pay at the door, <br />Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor. <br /> <br />One bright day in the middle of the night, <br />Two dead boys got up to fight; <br />Back to back they faced each other, <br />Drew their swords and shot each other. <br /> <br />A blind man came to watch fair play, <br />A mute man came to shout 'Horray! ' <br />A deaf policeman heard the noise and <br />Came to stop those two dead boys. <br /> <br />He lived on the corner in the middle of the block, <br />In a two-story house on a vacant lot; <br />A man with no legs came walking by, <br />and kicked the lawman in his thigh. <br /> <br />He crashed through a wall without making a sound, <br />into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned; <br />The long black hearse came to cart him away, <br />But he ran for his life and is still gone today. <br /> <br />I watched from the corner of the big round table, <br />The only eyewitness to facts of my fable; <br />But if you doubt my lies are true, <br />Just ask the blind man, he saw it too<br /><br />Tyler Rager<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-dead-boys-2/
