Radar

Here's another tale, that's all my own
Just simply because I'm bored
If you don't like it, well, that's ok
For I'm used to being ignored

Once upon a time, not too long ago
In a land, just down the street
Lived a man with one big ear
Someone you just gotta meet

Everyone called him "Radar"
I'm sure, you can probably guess why
You'd see him walking down the street
Tilting his head toward the sky

He said he was listening for messages
We thought he meant from space
Come to find out, it was only his wife
(It was written all over his face)

Did I mention he had a big ear?
It was three times bigger than his head
The neighbors would argue, six blocks over
And he could hear every word they said

He could even hear the football game
And he lived three miles away
Well, that was only if he stood outside
And, it wasn't raining that day

That ear would come in handy
He found him a really good job
I hear he works for the FBI
They use him to spy on the Mob

That's my story about Radar
I guess, it's time to disappear
I'll tell you when I write another one
So ya'll keep an ear out, hear?

funnyrhyme

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