Today's warm and fuzzy thought.

A silly poem I learned over 10 years ago that I still have memorized.

I come before you,
to sit behind you,
To tell you a story,
I know nothing about.
Admission is free,
pay at the door,
Pull up a seat,
and sit on the floor.

One bright morning,
in the middle of the night,
Two dead boys,
got up to fight.
Back to back,
they faced each other,
Drew out their swords,
and shot the other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
and came to arrest the two dead boys.

If you don't believe my story is true,
ask the blind man he saw it all too.