Because it was the time of knights.
Because you can't C in the dark
It was a dark time.
Dark, isn’t it?
Ladies and gentleman, Hoboes and tramps, Cross-eyed beetles, And bow-legged ants. Pull up a seat, And sit on the floor.
I'm going to tell you a story I know nothing about.
One dark day, In the middle of the night. Two dead boys, They stood up to fight.
Back to back They faced each other. Drew their swords, And shot each other. The deaf policeman heard it all, She came to shoot those two dead boys.
Don't believe this lie is true? Go ahead, ask the blind man. He saw it, too.
//Don't know who to credit this, it's a poem my parents taught me at a young age.
The man never took it seriously at first, he figured he was just getting older and blamed it on age.
After a few weeks, the man has developed an incredible frequent and annoying cough.
His wife is annoyed and is constantly telling him to go the doctor, but the man kept refusing.
One day during an argument, his wife has had it with his coughing and hacking and tells him "Im making a bet, if this damn coughin kills you i'm writing ' I told you so' on your tombstone!"
The man laughs her off since they both have a twisted sense of humor, and tells her its a deal, if the coughin kills him she can carve that.
The man continues on for another week
One day the man is out going for a walk through his neighborhood, when a freak accident occurs between a truck carrying coffins and a car, which results in a coffin flying off the truck, tragically landing on the old man and kills him.
Later at his funeral, his wife makes a very odd request to have them carve "I told you so" on his headstone.
When the caretaker asks her why she wants to do this, she tells him about their dark humor, and fills him in on the bet they recently made.
The caretaker is touched by the story, and agrees to do it for her, because in the end,
It was that damn coffin that killed him
Me, jokingly to my mother, "what did they do to pass the time before television and radio?"
Mother - I don't know, people probably held scrolls up to the candle light because there was no electricity
Dad - That's why they called it the Dark Ages dear.
My father and I were the only ones who appreciated that one.
Because of all the knights.
Because there was so many knights
Because there’s so many knights!
Because of all the knights.
There were too many knights.
Because of all the Knights.
There were too many knights.
Because of all the Knights.
Because there were so many knights.
Because there were so many knights.
Because there were too many knights!
Because there were too many knights
Because there were so many Knights.
Because there were too many knights
