When I was a kid, I learned a poem that was, to me, pure genius. I vaguely remember repeating it every day, several times a day, when I was in third or fourth grade. Then, one day, I stopped repeating it. It had grown old, overused, and was no longer witty to me. Or, perhaps, I simply outgrew it.
Yesterday, as I was driving my nephews to school, the poem suddenly popped into my mind. I don’t know what triggered the memory, but suddenly I was taken back to my days as a school kid and that poem. I found myself repeating the poem out loud, much to the delight of my nephews, who had never heard it before. It goes something like this:
One bright morning in the middle of the night
two dead boys rose up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
and came and killed those two dead boys
If you don’t believe this lie is true
ask the blind man, he saw it too!
I loved that poem when I was a kid, and I found a certain joy in suddenly remembering it and passing it on to the new generation. I did some research today and realized that I learned a bastardized version of the original poem.
Silly, I know, but it’s a clever poem, and I loved it as a kid. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did (and still do!)