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A Random Poem Illustrating the Extremes of Personal Dissatisfaction

Jed was born so little, and without a head!
His brain at the top of his neck—
His mouth, a little lower and
Of course, he looked a bit of a wreck.
He breathed from his mouth,
His eyes looked out from his hands,
Otherwise, though small, he was quite normal,
Everything there—on two feet he stands.

His photo was famous; he made a million or two,
Invested, it doubled and grew…
But he wanted a head, whatever the cost!
So he booked in with a surgeon…
Alas—his body, Jed lost!
It went wrong and he wasn’t much more than a head!
No feet, no arms, very little else,
His body, a neck instead.
‘This must be changed!’
He ranted and raved,
‘Fix me up before I go to my grave!’
So the surgeon tried again,
Kept the head, not the brain,
And gave him a body again…
But nothing would function,
Jed had no gumption—
He stood, then fell down, stone dead.
Forever it was said,
And written to be read,
Jed should have been happy to have stayed a head!