Crookedness The old lady In the crooked house Who wore A crooked shoe Was not crooked After all It turned out She simply matched Every and all Skew things About her There was No such thing As perfect Symmetry Everything ShapeSizeDirectiion Went this Or thataway Turned and twisted Every which way
The nails in her shoes The sugar in her tea The light in her eyes All was off kilter Imperfections One and all It seemed The only path To perfection itself Was crooked itself Imagine that! If imbalance was The only Certainty Then for sure Our dear old Crooked lady Was in perfect Harmony With a perfectly Skew World!