One bright day in the middle of the night
Two dead boys got up to fight
Back to back they faced each other
Drew their swords and shot each other
A deaf policeman heard the noise
Came out and shot the two dead boys
If you do not believe this lie is true
Ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
Still thinking about memories, and how odd it is what your brain decides to remember. I was 6 years old, and my sister read this poem to me from her school work. I was enchanted with it and its contradictions, and decided to memorize it. I did, so well that 49 years later it is still engraved in my memory.
I’ve memorized lots of things. Yet this poem, and my childhood phone number are about all that’s left. Maybe a few bible verses. I’ve never considered myself good at memorizing. Hell, I never even memorized the “times table,” which was very important back then, and we were seriously tested on it. (I figured out the algorithm, and then just calculated answers when needed. ). Yet here is this poem. I’d love to know what my 6 year old self did to permanently engrave this memory.
I just googled it, and apparently this poem is old, very very old, with many different versions around. Some are much longer, but many concentrate just on the section I know. Many people say they learned it when they were young. Perhaps it wasn’t something special I did. Perhaps it’s something special about the poem.
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed it.