Virtue in the Blackness By superpsycho Does it matter if you are white, black or grey? Not to me, I can honestly say. Does it really matter if it's day or night? No, why should I care if dark or light. Does it matter if sky is bright or dreary? Not really, I can still be cheery. Is it by virtue I leave these cares behind? No, just simply a case of being blind. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________ Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat By RowenaFW Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Made a most interesting study of everyone’s feet. Whether stockinged or shoed, fluffy or bare, Professor Ship-Shapely watched them with care. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Looked at every foot he happened to meet. Stone feet and bone feet, furry and bird; And not from his lips would a sound be heard. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Would sit for hours and hours, looking at feet. He would frown and would smile and would not say a thing; Then Professor Ship-Shapely would declare like a king: That the feet of this person, told him that he (For they told him the gender), was 6 foot and 3. He worked as a barber and had seven dogs; All from the Professor examining clogs. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Would go on to say that this lady was neat. She foretold the future; had an arm made of steel; He knew this, of course, by her angular heel. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Would tell us some more things; indeed he would bleat! Then all of the listeners, would clap - he was right (!), And say that he seemed to have a sixth sort of sight. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Was sent all over the world, to strangers to greet. Down, under their ankles, he’d grimace and glower, And know them insides out, in less than an hour. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Was given a prize for his knowledge of feet. He was chuffed (how he grinned), but he just couldn’t speak (!): Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat. Professor Ship-Shapely-Muffetonbleat Had a rather fantastic obsession with feet. So, before he himself died and his knowledge was lost, He cut off his own and sent them out to be glossed.