[ZMG]

These aren't oxymorons, but I'm reminded of something I saw carved in a desk one day when I was attending Morehead. (with very little variation from what I heard later on)


One bright day in the middle of the night,
two dead boys got up to fight.
Back-to-back they faced each other,
drew their swords and shot one another.
A deaf policeman heard the noise,
came and shot the two dead boys.
If you don't believe this lie is true,
ask the blind man - he saw it too.