Sunday, August 09, 2009

Oh, the insanity.

One banana, two banana, three banana, four.
Take them off the shelves and throw them on the floor.
Once you've done this senseless chore,
take off your shoes and run out the door.

Don't look left, don't look right,
unless you want a terrible fright.
Because in your heart you know they might,
come for those bananas in the middle of the night.

Run straight passed your loved one's houses,
see them sit with their children and spouses.
Watch as the man with a garden hose douses,
the mice in his yard, and by mice I mean mouses.

If ever it happens that you trip and you fall,
try not to get scared and curl up in a ball.
Just keep on running, perhaps scale a brick wall,
find a ventilation system and through it try to crawl.

No one will wonder what you are doing,
they're too busy watching the coffee that's brewing.
And like a horse that's in need of a good shoeing,
you ran on passed as the wind is whipping and whooping.

As wise men have said in stories of old,
"Only a fool will get caught in the cold."
You are no fool, you are brave and are bold,
and never let bread get covered in mold.

I'm sure you're wondering, "What's the point of this story?"
"Is he just making up rhymes for the sake of his own glory?"
I assure you I am not, to that I say, "Lordy, Lordy!"
I'm merely wasting time and now I'll retreat to the back fourty.