Today Was a Funny Old Day
She couldn't believe her ears
they'd never spoken before,
but today was a funny old day
of that she was doubtfully sure.
She couldn't believe her eyes,
what a smell they sent to her brain,
for today was a funny old day
and she didn't get wet in the rain.
She couldn't believe her nose
such a sight she never had seen,
but today was a funny old day,
the strangest that there's ever been
She couldn't believe her mouth
not a taste had been sent to her mind,
for today was a funny old day
of the very peculiar kind.
She tried to believe her left hand.
it felt real, she really could touch,
but today was a funny old day
so she couldn't believe it too much.
She has to believe in one sense,
but which one, she couldn't decide.
'Why is it a funny old day?' she asked,
'That's life dear,' her big toes replied.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2016
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