I ate my milk and drank my bread,
A backward day was up ahead.
I carried the train to get off the bag,
My thoughts were starting now to lag.

I saw a man his dog had bit,
So I grabbed a pup to throw a hit.
I aimed a stone, prepared to slog—
But I got bitten by the very dog.

And that is why, as tales unfold,
The strangest days are seldom told.