Two Dead Boys...

One bright day in the middle of the night,

Two dead boys got up to fight.

Back-to-back they faced one another,

Drew their swords and shot each other.

One was blind and the other couldn't see,

So they chose a dummy to referee

A deaf policeman heard the noise,

And came and shot the two dead boys.

If you don't believe this lie is true,

Ask the blind man -- he saw it too!

I remember first reading this poem in high school. Immediately I tried to disassemble it to find the meaning, but in the end I realized that there was no meaning. All of the phrases are contradictory..
I don't know what I love so much about this poem but I know that the darkness of it somehow calls out and draws me in. It has an edge of creepiness to it I guess.. but don't we all?