Okay, gang here we go down the crooked road to aunt Mabel’s home.
There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile,
He found a crooked sixpence, against a crooked stile,
He bought a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse,
And they all lived together in a little crooked house.
Poem by Mother Goose
Can’t get any more crooked than that!