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The Forlorn, Freaky Fellow

Sherman sits alone at lunch,
sullenly slurping his soup and swallowing his salad.
The children’s jeering and sneering voices echo through his brain.
They’re laughing laughing, laughing,
Not caring about the tear that plops onto his untouched Romaine.
“ENOUGH!” he screams, for you see,
Sherman’s eyebrows are connected, his self-confidence dissected.
And his single brow maliciously mocks him
Until he makes a waxing appointment with Dr. Bluh D. Limb.
He trudges through the Dr.’s door, sighing, sighing, sighing,
When he spots a shiny, bald-headed woman, crying, crying, crying.
His heart goes thump, thump, thump, ker-plunk.
“This is love,” he realizes, “Man, it feels so right!”
And if you had attended their wedding,
You’d say, “That couple is out of sight!”

Their lives were spectacular, at least for a couple of years.
Soon they had brought into the world, a pair of Siamese twins,
Very much to the disgust and distaste of their pesky peers.
One twin was a cyclops, the other was 12 toed and green eyestalked
Even though they were small sprites, they had gargantuan appetites.
These kids ate Sherman out of house and home,
until he had to get a job in a circus that roams.
But all their freaky little problems were solved one fateful night,
When they looked up at the sky, and were hit by a meteorite.