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 fine 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 to stop those two dead boys.
He lived on the corner in the middle of the block,
In a two-story house on a vacant lot;
A man with no legs came walking by,
and kicked the lawman in his thigh.
He crashed through a wall without making a sound,
into a dry creek bed and suddenly drowned;
The 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.
Just wondering if anyone's reading this.
'Cause if you are, I wanted to let you know I won't be here next week because I'm flying to Scotland. I'm going to try to get at least one more chapter up before I go, but I really have been wondering what you think of this story so far. Was the crime scene too gross? There's a reason behind it, but I just wasn't sure if I went too far. The next few chapters won't be so bad, but there might be some nasty stuff later on, so please let me know what you think. Thanks!