I was contemplating all the BS that is abound on the internet this morning, not a bit stunned about how little of it is actually true. It reminded me of a couple of things:
Was the first thing.
Then I was reminded of a topsy-turvy poem that I kind of mis-learned at school. It seems that, like anything, there’s a number of different versions, one of which I learned and appears to be the wrong version. I believe that this is the original version, however I can find no reference to credit the original author:
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,
One was blind and the other couldn’t, see
So they chose a dummy for a referee.
A blind man went to see fair play,
A dumb man went to shout “hooray!”
A paralysed donkey passing by,
Kicked the blind man in the eye,
Knocked him through a nine-inch wall,
Into a dry ditch and drowned them all,
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came to arrest the two dead boys,
If you don’t believe this story’s true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too!
Still, could be worse, you could drive a Volkswagen diesel…
