A Poem of Confusion

[Bowhunter57]

Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,
cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants.

I stand before you to stand behind you,
to address you, not undress you.

That next Thursday which is good Friday,
there is a mother's day meeting for fathers only.

Admission is free so pay at the door,
grab a chair and sit on the floor.

I'm here to tell you about something I know nothing about.
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 one another.

The deaf policeman heard the noise
and came to arrest the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, he saw it too.