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| photo by lolamouse (Cargo in Portland, OR) |
The advert in the paper read
"Mrs. Murphy's House of Heads"
I found it down a dead end street
A small house, completely discreet
except the window sign that said
"Mrs. Murphy's House of Heads."
I went inside to have a look
and in each cranny and each nook
was tucked a head, some big, some small
I couldn't even count them all!
Some heads were happy; some were sad
Here was a lass and there a lad
Some heads were ugly; some were fair
Some heads were bald and some had hair.
Each head upon its neck did sit
I found it creepy, just a bit
But I had come to buy a spare
It's said I lose mine on a tear
I wondered what a head would cost
and how the ones in here were lost!
I stood there staring, lost in thought
when someone asked me what I sought
Twas Mrs. Murphy, her fine self
arranging heads upon a shelf
"How can I help you?" she asked me
"I need a head you'll guarantee
will stay attached should I get mad
much better than the ones I've had."
"Come right this way, I think I know
a head that will fit you just so!"
She lead me to a little room
all full of heads that I assume
were packed with thought, with smarts, with wit
the choicest heads that would befit
a person of my pedigree
but which one would she choose for me?
"The head you have right now's first rate,
but if you want to trade it - GREAT!"
"But I want an extra head
I want to keep mine too," I pled
She said, "That's fine, no need to beg,
I'll let you pay with your left leg."
"No way! I want to keep the pair!"
"I hardly think that that seems fair!"
she said to me with great alarm
"But I suppose I'll take an arm."
I spoke, "You know, I've changed my mind."
I thanked her but at last declined
It costs too much to get a head
I'll keep just what I have instead!
