The brick joke

there was a poor boy,his name’s Nick,

he was born with a terrible tick,

So a bridge he climbed up,

but not for to jump,

but to cast his bad luck with a brick

to be honest, i am all too ravenous,

my stomach is spacious and cavernous,

i eat to excess,

i make no pretence,

and so my shape’ is mostly gelatenous.

i have a young girl , she’s so cute,

she never holds still, she’ll soon scoot,

as already mentioned,

my weight and my penchant

so the running is not such a hoot.

some words, they fell into disuse,

like hoot and scoot and abacus,

but why should i mind,

the words left behind,

if my spelling is so outrageous.

my students, they can’t understand,

the words that i write, chalk in hand,

so instead , cards i make,

and let those brats take,

presentations with games to expand.

elevators hate me , they do,

i am not being paranoid, its true!

they avoid coming down ,

when they know i’m around,

it’s my weight , that they fear, i construe.

on the car hood there is a big dent,

it is sad and the car i lament,

if it wasn’t for Nick,

and his f**ing hard brick,

impacting the car in decent!