Crooked Man

 

"There was a crooked man"
By  Mother Goose  

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile;
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

He met a crooked woman and he found a crooked preach
They had a crooked marriage on a crooked little beach
They had some crooked children and they lived a crooked life
The crooked man, the cat, the mouse, the children and the wife.



I only knew the first verse from the nursery rhyme.  As with so many rhymes, they turn disastrous in the end.   That is why I'm going to stop at the first two verses.

Walt Kowalski and I definitely have the crooked house, especially the crooked floors.  And crooked cats.  A crooked beach would be nice, too. Hmmm, maybe I need to re-write this poem. 

Leveling the floor in the middle of the house is vexing us.  The problem is the floor (and house) are bowed in two different directions.  We'll get it.  It will just take some configurations and contemplations.


(A stile, this instance, are steps that allow people, but not animals, to climb.  I had to look it up.  I was more familiar with the definition of stile as a part of a paneled door.)