The Man In Stripes and Glasses

The man in stripes and glasses...

The man in stripes and glasses...

The man in stripes and glasses shouted,

"Where am I?"

Before a giant cartoon magnifying glass invaded from the sky and made a red and white bespectacled skeleton out of the poor guy.

Well, we never got his name.

Or a very good look.

We collected his remains in a box of books.

Well, we took the books out first,

Arranged them best to worst,

Just as a waste of time.

And then we put the bones in alphabetically,

Sealed it up hermetically,

And never ever spoke of it again.

But every single night,

We see a red and white bespectacled skeleton

In the corner of our eye.

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The man in stripes and glasses

Is dead.

Dead.

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DEAD.

(Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead.)

Forever.