The Crooked Man Poem

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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 lived together 

In a little crooked house.

 

Then he had a crooked thought:

Why is croockedness my lot?

Why must I be crooked, instead of being not?

So the crooked man would cry,

And he couldn't fathom why!

He was sad all the time, and he sighed!

 

And so he cried,

And he climed up his crooked stairs,

Of his little crooked home, 

And he tied a crooked noose,

And ended ......

His crooked life.

*****Thank you Princess Crashwater for the ending! Very much appreciated! 

 

 

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