It was done thus:
"Here's what I think..."
"What you have to understand is..."
"So I told them..."
Neighbors noticed she seemed unhappy.
One look at her lying there, bleeding from her ears
was all the gendarmes needed.
Fermi was arrested, tried and sentenced to the guillotine.
"Monster!" cried the crowd.
Down came the awful blade.
Someone grabbed Fermi's head from the basket.
"In my opinion...."
"Let me tell you something..."
"What you don't understand is..."
Fermi LeBouche's head kept talking.
It criticized the executioner's methods.
It held itself blameless for the death of Mrs. LeBouche.
It told a series of very tired old jokes and laughed itself giddy.
Month after month, his head kept talking.
"Why, in my day..."
"That reminds me of the time I..."
"If you want to know what I think..."
Finally, a soldier returning from the wars was riding on a wagon
with Fermi LeBouche's endlessly loquacious noggin.
On and on, opinion after opinion,
story after story,
unsought advice after unsought advice.
They say that Fermi's last words were
"You can't kill Fermi LeBouche with that little thing..."
but though he never admitted it,
he was badly mistaken.
for Camera FLASH!