This poem is not mine. This is an older poem that's gone through a lot of different variations, transformations, or whatever you want to call it. IT'S CHANGED.
A long time ago Shad searched for the full backwards poem. She sat there for over two hours trying to find one and when she did, she accidentally closed out of the table. Being a noob, she didn't just go back to her history. She searched for it again.
She found it.
She copied it to a note on her computer.
She memorized it.
She read it out loud.
She read it out loud in a British accent.
She read it out loud in a failure Jamaican accent.
Now she's sharing it with you.
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Ladies and gentlemen, skinny and stout
I'll tell you a tale I know nothing about
The admission is free ,so pay at the door
Now pull up a chair and sit on the floor
One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back, they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A blind man came to watch fair play,
A mute man came to shout, "Hooray!"
A deaf policeman heard the noise
And came and killed those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block
On a two-story house in a vacant lot.
A man with no legs came walking by,
And kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without a sound,
Into a dry creek and suddenly drowned.
A long black hearse came to cart him away,
but he ran for his life and is still gone today.
I watched from the corner of the big round table,
the only eyewitness to facts of my fable,
but if you doubt my lies are true,
just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
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