Yesterday I was in a bad mood
And hit myself with a piece of wood.
Luckily on my head I wore a hood,
Which did me a lot of good.
I did this when I stood,
Though I bled a little blood,
that stained the flood.
I had a little brood,
That weighed some pood.
I swore by the Rood,
A chick on head wore a snood.