short story for fj

One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead men got up to fight,
back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
A paralysed donkey walking by,
Punched the blind man in the eye,
Kicked him through a 5 foot wall,
Into a ditch and drowned them all,
And if don't think this is true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too...


Just the way I learned it 7 years ago...

Ladies and jelly spoons, hobos and tramps,Cross-eyed mosquitoes and bow-legged ants,I stand before you to sit behind you, To tell you something I know nothing about. Next Thursday, which is Good Friday, There’s a Mother’s Day meeting for fathers only. Wear your best clothes if you haven’t any. Please come if you can’t; if you can, stay at home.
Admission is free; pay at the door.
Pull up a chair and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference where you sit;
The man in the gallery’s sure to spit.
The show is over, but before you go,
Let me tell you a story I don’t really know.
One bright day in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys got up to fight,
back to back they faced each other,
Drew their swords and shot each other,
A dead policeman heard the noise,
And came and killed those two dead boys
A paralysed donkey walking by,
Punched the blind man in the eye,
Kicked him through a 5 foot wall,
Into a ditch and drowned them all,
And if you don't think this tale is true,
Ask the blind man he saw it too...

Was the rageface necessary?