Oxymoronisms
After reading Brian's post on his Muppets song, I was compelled to post this poem of oxymoronisms (if that's a word)
In the middle of the night, while it was still day
Two dead boys got up to play.
Back to back they faced each other,
They drew their swords and shot each other.
The deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and shot the two dead boys.
So if you don't believe my story is true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
In the middle of the night, while it was still day
Two dead boys got up to play.
Back to back they faced each other,
They drew their swords and shot each other.
The deaf policeman heard the noise,
And came and shot the two dead boys.
So if you don't believe my story is true,
Just ask the blind man, he saw it too.
posted by Chris at 6:16 PM
5 Comments:
do you really have nothing else better to do with your life?
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I've heard this poem before.
"Nonsense, now and then, is pleasant" -Horace
One dark night in the middle of the day
Two dead boys got up to play
back to back they faced each other
drew thier swords and shot each other
a deaf policeman heard the noise and came and killed the two dead boys
if you dont believe my storys true
ask the blind man he saw it too
Is the correct way to put it,
Justin
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