weird poem somebody told me the other day

[TheRhythmDoctor]

A friend of mine from work told me this last weekend. I've never heard it before, but she says she heard it "many years ago". Here it is, enjoy:

Early one morning and late one night,
two dead boys got 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 to kill the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man...he saw it too!

The Rhythm Doctor

 

[JoBelle]

Another longer version I'd heard, but I like yours better. 🙂

Early one morning,
Late last night,
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other,
Drew their swords & shot each other.
They fell to the ground,
>From the holes they were in,
One from without,
One from within.
Up the hill their bodies did roll,
Like a golfball on it's way to a goal.
They rolled and they flipped,
They rolled and they flopped,
Until finally their bodies hit bottom & dropped.
They sprang from the holes,
They'd never been in,
And started to duel all over again.
A cop who was there,
Just stood on the side,
And watched with such glee,
As he painfully cried.
He saw the boys rise,
He saw the boys fall,
He saw how short they were,
At 7 feet tall.
Then he started to think,
In a blinding slow flash,
I'll tell the whole world what I saw,
And they'll all pay me cash,
To hear of my story,
Of this I'm quite sure,
And when the money's all in,
My blindness I'll cure.

 

[Prime]

seems i heard something like that when i was young...there was a part that said "i have a tale to tell so pull up a chair and sit on the floor". something like that.

 

[JoBelle]

yeah, Prime, I remember that too!

This reminds me of Shel Silverstein...whom I'm rediscovering and remembering why kids (old and young) love him!


INVITATION

If you're a dreamer, come in,
If you're a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in!
Come in!

MY RULES
If you want to marry me, here’s what you’ll have to do:
You must learn how to make a perfect chicken dumpling stew.
And you must sew my holey socks.
And soothe my troubled mind.
And develop the knack for scratching my back.
And keep my shoes spotlessly shined.
And while I rest you must rake up the leaves.
And when it is hailing and snowing
You must shovel the walks…and be still when I talk.
And-Hey-Where are you going?


Hehehe...I swear he was a tickler too...tons of those...there is one that I can't remember off the top of my head about tickling..but I'll find it..lol.
Jo

 

[Krokus]

Yo

RD, that poem was brilliant, really.

 

[Strelnikov]

I learned the first version above from my grandfather in the mid-1950's. His first line was:

"One bright day, in the middle of the night..."

But it's older than that. My dad remembers it from when he was a kid in the 1930's.

Strelnikov

 

[JoBelle]

I wonder who wrote it. Maybe it's one of those that we'll never know the author, although it appears everyone has heard of it at least in some form or fashion.

Guess that's my newest little quest....find the mind behind the rhyme. 🙂
Jo

 

[omega]

I've seen the lights of Paris
I've seen the lights of Rome.
But the best lights that I've ever seen
Are the taillights taking my grandkids home.