I have an itchy brain.
Ah, well, not quite an itchy brain, but I have an itch in the back of my brain, if you know what I mean.
No, of course you don't.
I don't even know what I mean.
But I stopped to pay my respects to Clara,
When I saw an angel on a gravestone.
My first reaction was to hold a staring contest with it, just in case it was an Angel.
My second reaction was to sob uncontrollably.
That's why I have an itch.
No...the itch was caused by who was next to Clara,
Forever at rest.
Oh my god.
I just remembered.