And so the story goes

            A story that nobody knows

                        But they tell it still because they can

                                    Oh wait, they can’t—they know not the secret chant.

                                                And so the story goes

                                                            That a clumsy teenager broke their nose

                                                                        And with it, they lost that hoary pose

                                                                                    The one dad says has to go

                                                                        And mom—“it’s only a phase, you know.”

                                                            So what’s the point to all of this you ask?

                                                There is none, it’s just as simple as that.

                                    A waste of paper, a waste of both our time

                        Just to make a ridiculous rhyme

            So sue me if you will,

Here’s my lawyers business card—ask for Bill.