THIS IS A POEM COPIED FROM "SCARY STORIES TO TELL IN THE DARK"
Some say this poem means nothing. Others aren't so sure...
There was a man who lived in Leeds,
He filled his garden full of seeds.
And when those seeds began to grow,
It was like a garden filled with snow.
But when the snow began to melt,
It was like a ship without a belt.
And when the ship began to sail,
It was like a bird without a tail.
And when the bird began to fly,
It was like an eagle in the sky.
And when the sky began to roar,
It was like a lion at my door.
And when the door began to crack,
It was like a pen knife in my back.
And when my back began to bleed...
I was dead, dead, dead indeed!