Thursday, August 10, 2006

Nonsense

One fine day in the middle of the night
The sea caught on fire;
The blind man saw it, and the deaf man heard it,
And the man with no legs, ran for the engine,
Which came along drawn by two dead horses
Ran over a dead cat and half-killed it.
My next song shall be a dance, told to you by a female gentleman,
Sitting at the corner of a big round table, bare-footed
With his father’s boots on, eating soup with a fork.

3 comments:

Scrooge said...

When I were a lad...I had this one quoted at me as a way of breaking out of prison (I have never needed it yet)

In a cell with nothing but a table.
How to escape ? Here's how....
Rub your hands until they're sore
Saw the table in half. Two halves make a whole.
Climb through the whole.
Shout until you are hoarse.
Jump on the horse and ride away.

Mark Lee said...

Somethign about punctuation?

NB: Was it the Dead man or the deaf man who heard it?

David Weeks said...

Yes, shumthig like that.
Typo corrected ~ thanks.
(and for reading it too!)