Muddlehead (Read It If U R Fond Of Humour) Poem by arwa kachwala

OH! WHAT A MUDDLEHEAD WAS HE,
THE MAN I MET IN KENTUCKY.
HE WORE HIS SOCKS ON HIS NOSE,
AND HIS TIE ON HIS TOES.
PROUD OF HAVING FIFITY PENCE,
HE WENT TO THE MARKET TO BUY A FENCE.
OH! WHAT A MUDDLEHEAD WAS HE,
THE MAN I MET IN KENTUCKY.

THE NEXT DAY I SAW HIM IN A REASTAURANT,
TRYING TO FLAUNT, HE ORDERED,
A CUP OF BREAD,
AND A SLICE OF TEA.
OH! WHAT A MUDDLHEAD WAS HE,
THE MAN I MET IN KENTUCKY.

THE NEXT DAY I SAW HIM AT THE STATION,
AND THIS IS SOMETHING I REALLY HAVE TO MENTION,
LOOKING AT THE BROWN TRAIN HE SAID,
“OH MY GOD THIS IS FILLED WITH GRAIN! ”
AND LOOKING AT THE BLUE SEATS HE SAID’
“OH MY GOD THIS IS PAINTED USING GRAIN! ”

OH! WHAT A MUDDLEHEAD WAS HE,
THE MAN I MET IN KENTUCKY..! !