Swallows

There was a man with one eye
who got caught in the middle
his only talent was to play the fiddle
but on just three strings it was conclusive
the fourth remained to him elusive

his sister was half, his brother was whole
he reached so fah up the greasy pole
until back down to earth he bounced
his retina snapped his limp pronounced
his centigrade read forty-nine dot five
the doctors took him out for a drive

                              but

instead of the asylum as was tradition
they put him in a halfway house
 
which sat right on the border of no man's
land and ran straight through the kitchen
                               
                              tho

it wasn't long before he felt right at home
he conquered almost all the saxophone

the sound (someone said) lay somewheres
between heaven and hell which as bad luck
would have it lay just
                         
                          overhead

where even the wheeling swallows chasing
looked confused about which direction
they were meant to be facing