The strangest, strange stranger I met in my life
was the man who made use of his nose as a knife.
He’d slice up salami, tomatoes and cheese
at the tip of his nose with phenomenal ease.
He’d buy food in bulk at incredible prices
and then use his nose to reduce it to slices.
His wife ran away and I know that he’ll miss her.
The woman was frightened that one day he’d kiss her!
His Look is Wild
His look is wild.
His name is Fred.
His hair completely hides his head.
Take a peek.
(Show no surprise.)
You cannot even see his eyes.
Oh no, it must be as I feared.
His mouth is covered by his beard.
How does he breathe?
How does he eat?
How does he see to cross the street?
Perhaps he can’t see people stare
and cannot find the barber chair.
Until he makes a barber stop
he will remain less man than mop.
There’s Something Growing in Our House
There’s something growing in our house.
It’s blue and quite well fed.
It’s majorly disgusting.
(That is what my sister said.)
This monster in our kitchen has
not uttered yet one word.
So, if it growls or grumbles loud
well, this we’ve not yet heard.
It has no form or function — not
an eye, a nose or snout.
I think it will be leaving when
our freezer is cleaned out.