The Crooked Man

There was once a crooked man,
Who drove a big brown van,
Could heave a heavy sack,
Though he had a crooked back;
He carried a crooked stick,
Though he wasn't sick,
So he could limp in style,
For many a crooked mile;
Thus he led a crooked life,
Together with his wife,
And it is also true,
Like him, she was crooked too.