I was going to write all sorts of things, but then I could
only think of the children’s nursery rhyme. So I wrote two more verses for it.
There was a crooked
man
There was a
crooked man and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a
crooked sixpence upon a crooked stile.
He bought a
crooked cat, which caught a crooked mouse.
And they all
lived together in a little crooked house.
On every
crooked Sunday, he put on his crooked hat.
He locked up
his crooked house, and put out the crooked cat.
He walked to
the crooked chapel, with his crooked gait,
And he put
his crooked sixpence on the crooked plate.
He prayed
his crooked prayers and he smiled a crooked smile,
He liked the
crooked chapel with its warped and twisted style.
He prayed
that heaven’s gates would be just as curved and bent.
The crooked man thought perfection was better with a dent.
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© AM Gray 2013
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