The Quest
There once was a boy who wished to be a man.
He thought despite all wisdom told he did lack, the wise words of this man were contained in his back.
He noticed the wisest men in the town all had backs like a bow,
respected weathered fellows for everything they did know.
No man with a straight spine contained wise words in his head
For the more curve to a spine the more life one had lead.
Or so the boy thought as he solidified this thesis,
Jumping from the tree and
shattering his spine into pieces.