TALE AS OLD AS TIME

TALE AS OLD AS TIME

My name is Charles, but you can call me Chip

As a boy, I lived in a large castle as a maid’s son

We never had much and my cloths always had a slight rip

With thirty-two rooms to run around in I had great fun

But one day no one was home

 I climbed all the stairs to the top of the North Tower

Then I slid all the way down sitting on a square piece of foam

I was going so fast I had no way to stop I kept picking up more power

Last thing I remember, I was flying off a big bump

I woke up in my bed, but my head hurt bad

Now above my lip there’s a teacup scar, my mom calls it my special lump

Nothing else was hurt and my mom says I should be very glad

And now because of that scar above my lip

You can call me Chip