brain

I met a man once named Job,

Who made an earring from a glob.

Now, isn’t that queer?

A glob on his ear?

He now has a twenty-foot lob.

The once was a man with a fro

who went by the name of Moe.

One dark night

He forgot his light,

And what’d ya know, he stubs his toe!

There once was a man named Joe

Who had very crusty toes

He had corns and bunions

That smelled like onions

And that’s how the story goes

There was a young man from Lenore,

Whose mouth was as wide as a door.

While attempting to grin,

He slipped and fell in,

And laid inside out on the floor.

To manage to keep up a brain,

It’s no easy job, it is plain;

That’s why a great many

Don’t ever use any,

Thus avoiding the care and the strain.