A Bum Named Max
There was an ol' bum,
Who drank too much rum,
And sat on his thumb,
until it was numb.
His name was max,
And common sense he did lack.
For he layed his thumb on a train track,
Just to help it relax.
He couldn't feel the vibration,
In front of that ol' train station.
So very fast that train did come,
Running over his poor little thumb.
Ol' max he did flinch,
though he couldn't feel the pinch.
Falling back on his bum,
He felt more than a little dumb,
For from his thumb he had lost an inch.
But Ol' Max...
Hasn't touched the drink ever since.
^ For Future Anything Goes Challenge
By Chad Thieman
© 2009 Chad Thieman
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