(This is a fictional poem)

You're a funny and friendly man but you are incapable of even having a thought.
You hired two men to cripple you just to be able to park in the handicapped spots.
You bought a wheelchair and wherever you go, you have to haul it.
Two days ago a little girl kicked you in the nuts and took your wallet.
You chased her in your wheelchair and you got hit by a bus.
That was the first time in my life that I heard a preacher cuss.
As soon as you get better, you plan to have those guys cripple you again.
Your head should be x-rayed because I don't think you have a brain within.