The Old Man
I met a man in the alley
who looked a little old
When he saw me approach,
He yelled, “you stupid cockroach!”
I was a little shaken
I thought he was mistaken;
I told him my name
But all was in vain.
He came running towards me like hell
And on the ground I fell,
When I got up
He threatened to take me to jail
I stood there in shock;
I couldn't even talk,
And in between all this, he asked,
“Are you a hen or a cock?”
I looked at him with puzzled eyes,
And he said I resembled wood lice,
I lost my temper and yelled at him;
He smiled as if I had said something nice.
Now I had grown much irritated,
So I no longer hesitated
But as I walked away,
He exclaimed, “What a pleasant day!”
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