14 August 2012
Once there was a man that was glum
He got bored and twiddled his thumbs
He wrote a song so he could sing along
The first song he ever sung
He sung for days, in many ways
As much as he could do
After a week or two, he caught the flu
Replaced by a friend who made shoes
He forgot the words and was joined by the birds
Still more was yet to come
More friends came along and sang the words
That were written by his flu ridden chum
Poem • Opuss № I