Thursday, January 27, 2011

My Insane Uncle

Twas night when all was still,
Appeared an old man who looked quite ill,
His eyes were dull, his face smoky gray,
His anguished look, I began to pray.

Why is he so high in the air?
He looks as though he doesn’t give a care,
Oh! It’s my old uncle on the windowsill,
My old uncle! Uncle Bill.

The frightful look that he gave me,
Made me want to climb a tree,
As I climbed, he began to gain
I think that maybe he was insane.

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