A Walk of Nonsense

The other day I took a walk,

A walk down on the street.

Here's the tale that I must tell,

Of the people I did meet.

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The first that I did come upon,

I came upon a man.

The man I came upon was first,

And he shook my foolish hand.

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The man did look me up and down,

Up and down, he said,

"Excuse me, ma'am, about your eyes,

Your eyes are very red."

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I then continued walking,

Just walking down that street.

The next that I ran into,

Was a woman, I did meet.

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The woman said, she said, "My dear,

Your arms are far too long.

Your arms are far too long, my dear."

And with that, she was gone.

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I rounded the next corner,

To see what I could see.

There was a girl, a girl there was,

Staring straight at me.

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"Your face is round," the girl, she said,

"Your hair is much too dark.

Your bottom doesn't match up right

With the fountain in the park."

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I shook my head and walked on by,

Walk on by I did.

I came upon an elder man,

His eyes were slightly hid.

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His head rose high, high it rose,

Meeting my eyes, not my toes.

"My god," he said, "What have you done

To the wart upon your nose?"

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Discouraged and depressed, I turned

To venture my way home.

Confused by all the misfits,

The city did let roam.

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Just one more block from my abode,

Just one more block to go.

I was stopped by a mountainous, mammothy man,

With a thorn stuck in his toe.

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With tearing eyes and sobbing cries

His foot rose in the air.

I shrugged and tugged that thorny out,

Then ran home to my lair.