A Boy and His Tie

Once there was a boy
who wanted to wear a tie.
But he can’t differentiate his neck from his ankle
and his left toe from his eye.
So he sat there looking silly
not sure where his tie should fit;
a yellow dotted tie,
with pretty orange bits.

Along came Miss Vern
who lent the boy a hand.
The boy gleefully hugged Miss Vern,
as one would hug a friend.

Miss Vern twisted and turned
but could not get it right.
Yanked and pulled did Miss Vern
but the knot would not stay tight.

It was rather apparent,
that Miss Vern did not have a clue.
The boy was being stifled
and his face was turning blue,

When Miss Vern eventually gave up
she smartly released the cord.
But it was just a little too late,
the boy was stiff as a board.

Everyone was sorry about the accident
but none were terribly distraught.
Said the police to Miss Vern,
that it really was not her fault.

Perhaps the boy did not need to die
if he just knew how to dress.
For one who would wear such a tie
probably deserved nothing less.