[Dingfod]

My dad used to tell this little amusing poem:

Ladies and gentlemen, hobos and tramps,
Crosseyed mosquitos and bowlegged ants,
The admission is free so pay at the door.
I stand up before you and sit behind you,
to tell you a story I know nothing about.

One day, in the middle of the night,
two dead boys arose to fight.
Back to back, they faced each other.
Drew their swords and shot each other.

A deaf policeman heard the noise,
Came and killed the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it too.