A Ballad

This tale I am about to tell to you
It may be false it may be true
But I will say unto thee
I will tell it as told to me
Whilst walking by the Serendipity Land
I met a fella with a rock n roll band
I looked at him and declared Man
I wanna be your greatest fan
I wouldn't do that he said
Confidentially I am dead
Shocked, I placed my hand upon his head
And it slipped right through to his wooden leg
What happened to you I cried
Apart from the obvious that you died
I would tell you sir respectfully
But upon your nose is a giant flea
With my fist I brushed it aside
And sat on its back for a ride
My tale is that of total woe
A one-legged antelope I had for a foe
He head butted me up my bum
I realised instantly he wasn't my chum
Next I knew I was over the gate
Hurry up son you'll be late
Why, have we someone to meet
Surely you saw the oyster clad street
I asked him where we were going
To the man who you are owing
I said I have nothing to give
He replied that I wouldn't live
I offered instead to sing him a song
He said no it takes too long
I said I'd shorten it
Bit by bit
The man told me to sing my song
I said it has no words is that wrong
He asked me if I was taking the whatnot
Then grabbed my flea and danced the foxtrot
He looked a nice man short and tall
Till he told me my head must fall
I said I didn't understand
Could I return to my band
Don't take me for a clot
You'll never go back to your favourite spot
Then I tried to escape
And a kindly lady offered me a grape
I thanked her warmly for her deed
And spotted Jack Horner having a feed
Jack marched me to a man so slim and fat
Upon my head he did sat
And squashed my poor little brain
Then set off to catch a train
The short tall man came back
And placed my head upon a rack
He said do you have any last wishes
I replied can I wash the dirty dishes
Speedily the guillotine fell
I thought Oh bloody hell
Hey buddy what's a palimpsest?