poetry

Poopie has sent a meme to me: Turd in a punch bowl are the 1st and 3rd lines, you make up the 2nd and 4th lines and they have to rhyme.

Ahem:

Turd in a punch bowl
Better than the tub?
Turd in a punch bowl
Rub a dub dub.

(and yes, last night my charming Princess Fiona shouted to me from the bathtub, she was standing on her tippy toes and pointed into the water where she had created quite the masterpiece)

That’s when I learned this little poem. I used to repeat it over and over. And today, while reading quotes about insanity, I found it again.

One bright day in the middle of the night, two dead boys went out to fight. Back to back, they faced each other, and with their swords they shot each other. A deaf policeman, hearing the noise, came to the rescue of the two dead boys. If you don’t believe this lie is true, ask the blind man; he saw it too.