Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

There was a crooked man who walked a crooked mile he found a crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile he bought a crooked cat who  caught a crooked mouse and they all lives together in a little crooked house but the crooked man was sad and once he had a thought why should he be crooked when the others  they were not everything was worthless  he heaved a great vig sigh and went and found a rope and tided it to the sky upon a chair he stood his eyes were blank and dead without another thought he went and hung his head now the storys yet not over  for this tale is myth-ed and old  go hide under the cover theres something yet not told   there was a crooked man who had a crooked smile and if you lived his life he'll send you through a trial he lives for your tourment makes it full of strife and he wont be content until you take your life