There was a crooked man
And he had a crooked smile
He had all crooked teeth
they'd been crooked for a while
He had a crooked house
on a crooked little road
with a crooked little garden
with a crooked little toad
He had a crooked dog
with a crooked little tail
he had a crooked mailbox
for his crooked little mail
he had some crooked dreams
in his crooked little bed
he saw crooked little monsters
in his crooked little head
he had two crooked children
with his crooked little spouse
they weren't with the crooked man
he was a crooked little louse
he ate his crooked dinner
off of crooked little plates
he lived in crooked silence
behind his crooked little gate
this crooked little man
and his crooked little self
is in a crooked urn
up on a crooked little shelf
his crooked heart attacked him
on a crooked little ride
his crooked body gave on out
and the crooked man...just died
Dec 30, 2013
Dec 30, 2013 at 4:53 PM UTC
There was a crooked man
And he had a crooked smile
He had all crooked teeth
they'd been crooked for a while
He had a crooked house
on a crooked little road
with a crooked little garden
with a crooked little toad
He had a crooked dog
with a crooked little tail
he had a crooked mailbox
for his crooked little mail
he had some crooked dreams
in his crooked little bed
he saw crooked little monsters
in his crooked little head
he had two crooked children
with his crooked little spouse
they weren't with the crooked man
he was a crooked little louse
he ate his crooked dinner
off of crooked little plates
he lived in crooked silence
behind his crooked little gate
this crooked little man
and his crooked little self
is in a crooked urn
up on a crooked little shelf
his crooked heart attacked him
on a crooked little ride
his crooked body gave on out
and the crooked man...just died
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