Oh, listen to a story 'bout a kid named Zed,
A trendy teenager with a flat top on his head.
But then one day he was walkin' down the road,
When an unsuspectin' dame crashed into a pole.
Utility pole, that is -
knocked out all the power for three square miles...
Ole girl was in a coma forty long nights and days.
When she finally awoke, how the doctors were amazed.
She said, "New York is the place I have to be -
to fight fashion crimes like the one that nearly killed me!"
NYC, that is -
Fashion capital of America.
(She lived fashionably ever after : )
2 comments:
one time, i was eight, sitting under a street lamp outside a basketball arena and the heavy glass light cover fell off and conked me out. No joke. I had a nasty headache/concussion/lump when I came to! It was so heavy, it didn't even break when it hit my head (either that or my head really is hard! ha!)
the end.
I love you!
I miss you!
:-)
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