One Fine Day

One fine day in the middle of the night,

Two dead men got up to fight,

Back to back they faced each other,

Drew their swords and shot each other!

Just a little rhyme my granddad told me when I was little. He died last summer and I thought this would be a nice way to remember him. You may have noticed that this makes no sense whatsoever, but then, neither does anyone in my family! I am the most normal person and even I’m not all there! The only insane people say they’re sane…