Here is a little poem I wrote, way back in the 70s…

Just a little nugget from the drawers of mystery…

It requires no explanation, and I didn’t bother to put in any pictures…

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…Who’s Crazy?…

Well the sun was shining clear and bright,

In the middle of the cold, dark night,

As a song bird whistled loud and clear,

A song that none of us could hear…

“I see,” said the blind, old codger,

Talking to his deaf brother Roger,

I hate him so ’cause he’s my best friend,

This could be the start of a very good end…

Everything I say must be true,

‘Cause I only lie when I’m talking to you,

You say it’s clear why you’re confused,

By a brand-new antique that’s never been used…

Well the lady bought a whale that wasn’t for sale,

But the whale couldn’t swim ’cause it couldn’t tell a…