Big boys bottom boxers bought a big ball.
And the ball was round and rather red and rolled on down the hall.
Halfway down the hall it hit the switch that runs the light.
And the light lit up to illuminate the landing, bright and white.
And while I watched the window I could see a peeping Tom,
who had taken time to telephone his ailing frail old mom.
She pondered who had called from somewhere sounding out of doors,
with the sound of cars and birds and crickets making lots of noise.
But Tom was sly and stealth and quick and told his mom a lie,
so she left it alone, logged off the phone, and drank until she died.