I Suspected the Neighbor

I ripped off my skull and looked into my head. Feigned shock that someone had stolen my brains. No wonder my eyes did not work and I had stopped breathing. I suspected the neighbor. I have never liked her. I would have gone over there and demanded them back But my legs would not work for some weird reason. I listened to try to figure out if I was breathing. There was nothing coming from my nose. Luckily since my brains were gone, I did not know what this meant. So I sat down and wrote this poem.