Norah A. Burns
A Crooked Man
About a
I once knew a crooked man,
whose feeble mind stumbled over a
crooked plan.
He lived in
a crooked house,
ironically controlled by his
crooked spouse.
She was a
painfully skinny crooked wife,
they lived a shamefully crooked
life.
And they
yearned for crooked wealth,
above all they’re crooked else.
This man traveled a crooked path,
And had an eerily crooked laugh.
He was
committed to thinking
Simple
crooked thoughts,
With nary a consideration of non-crooked plots.
Now this crooked man leads a
little crooked church.
Misdirecting
unsuspecting followers
with his sadly crooked search.
And with his
crooked tongue,
he preaches his crooked word.
As his
crooked wife sits in front,
under a big red hat that looks
crookedly absurd.
They demand they’re crooked collection,
in an embarrassingly deceitful
exchange for his crooked
affection.
But not too soon do his crooked intentions
rise to the surface,
That his
crooked plan incinerates
his dastardly crooked place of
worship.