Little Funny Man

There was a little man Who every single day When he left his house The people ran away Just because he was different And didn’t really fit in People would laugh and mock him And put fireworks in his bin The man though he stayed cheerful Always smiling and upbeat But slowly it got to him He couldn’t compete Hs days grew slightly darker He locked himself in the house Never saw a living soul As quiet as a mouse He lived this way for many years Until one day no more He was awoken from his daze By someone knocking at his door He opened up to see AA strange man standing there His skin a funny colour And he had no hair He looked into his eyes And instantly he knew This guy must be related A spitting image too Long lost twins reunited He had found what was missing His loneliness benign Happiness was found And now his life complete His head held high As he walked down the street The moral of this story Is to never give up hope You never know When life will throw you An emergency rope Be strong And keep your head held high Live your life And do not lie Down in the gutter And hide away Live for the moment And cease the day