The Little Boy Who Hung

How this boy got the task nobody really knows But if you ask me, it's as evil as evil goes The boy was tasked with hanging another man's clothes Even though him and that man were secretly foes His arms gave in less than half way through the pile, and he had already lost his smile For he was unfairly tasked with hanging another man's clothes So, with no arms to use, he hung with his toes But he was still tasked with hanging another man's clothes He hung and hung till he had no more toes, so the boy got creative and hung with his nose He hung and hung another man's clothes Till plop came off that little boy's nose He was tired and sad, weak and afraid That poor little boy left hopeless and dismayed With a pile of clothes left to hang He got too tired and the boy cried and sang Soon, he was fed up and was too tired to even breathe His nose was gone, and he couldn't even sneeze Soon, the boy grabbed a rope and tied it to the line That little boy has been hung there this entire time