Cecil the contortionist
Was getting rather old.
His suppleness was in decline.
He found it hard to fold
But when his agent said to him
“you’re heading for the sack” it….
Spurred him to a desperate act,
To prove that he could hack it
And so he stood upon the stage,
Grim-faced without a word
And folded up his frame to form
The shape of a small bird.
But though it was spectacular
This awesome feat was barmy.
He could no longer breath and so….