This poem -
I come before you, to stand behind you,
To tell you something, I know nothing about,
This Thursday, is good Friday,
There will be a mothers day banquet, for fathers only,
Admission is free, so pay at the door,
Pull up a chair, and sit on the floor
I'll now tell you a story, I've never been told before.
One bright day in the middle of night two dead boys got up to fight,
Back to back they faced each other, drew their swords and shot each other,
Two deaf policemen heard the noise, and came and killed those two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true, ask the blind man, he saw it too.
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