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06.10.2021

I once knew a mouse

Who could stand on one hand

He was known the world over

As “One-handed Stan”

He got hired for birthdays

He got hired for schools

He got hired by royals

Who paid with their jewels

He was asked by the czars

To do stands in their halls

And his message machine

Couldn’t hold all their calls

Stan cried as he shook

As his elbow near split

“I’ve got to retire—

I can’t keep up this bit.

I’ve only two hands

At the end of two arms

And I don’t use the left one;

Right-handed’s my charm.

So I’ve got to get out

But I’ll need an excuse

These czars can be petty

There’s reputation to lose.”

Then Stan figured it out

And a plan he did make

An arm injury

He did concoct and fake

For an entire month

He sat on his duff

And ate as he wished

And watched some fun stuff

And he liked it so well

He thought he’d maintain

And so “One-handed Stan”

Never performed again