Only Fish Have the Proper Scales
A man he would a-measuring go
With compass, scales and string.
The ambition he harboured
To measure the height,
To measure the width,
To measure the length,
To measure the weight,
To measure the strength
Of every, no every conceivable thing.
And so it was that he spent his life
Measuring all from his toes to his wife.
What, you would meet him? Oh, that cannot be,
One day he tried to measure the sea.
Copyright © Julian Scutts | Year Posted 2018
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