Bullet's, Bomb's and Canonballs
I was hit by a bullet the other day
It must have come from miles away
'Cos it didn't hurt much at all.
A passer-by, who heard me yell
Approached me with a tale to tell
About a canon ball.
It seems that he was keeping goal,
A grim patrol, for the day was wet
And he was caked in mud and sweat
When a ball he spied
And so he dived
And it took him through the net.
And then a woman who had seen
What just had been
Said that once she'd been on a trampoline
When a bump she felt,
And the ground she saw,
And when she woke,
Upon the floor,
Beside her there
In two was spliced
A thermo nuclear device.
Unlikely though these stories are
Once a woman was hit by a falling star-
It was of course a meteor
And her leg was sore
But what is more the earth it falls
Like bullets, bombs and canon balls
And if by chance we fell on God
I wonder if we'd wake the sod?