He was once a man
He once had a torso with two arms
On top of which rested his head
With ears on each side
A nose in the middle
A mouth with teeth and a tongue,
And a lisp when he spoke that shot out droplets of spittle.

But he was changed by the infamous tree
That few will ever truly see
Although he still feels the same on the inside
It matters very little
For he does not know how to use sign language
And his sanity has become increasingly brittle.

He is now the famed, Handman Stan
All to be stared at incessantly in an already stranger than strange land
Where he knows nothing of his many adoring, fool hearty fans.
Stan wonders around in short circles accumulating random objects
In hopes to spell out something through the feel of touch
But those that come to point and stare are not known for their intellect
Doubtful if it will help Stan out that much

They think is it funny to watch the handman
Bumping around his pipe-dream
That's covered in grass which he uses as a home
Accumulating objects from the neighborhood.
Among some of them, the broken off leg of a ceramic lawn Nome
A garden faucet, two tires,
An old BB gun that no longer fires,
Scrap wood from a pile next door,
A roman column bird bath,
And a couple of croquette balls he managed to fashion into a lower case 'g'
Pretty remarkable considering Handman Stan can no longer see!

Cute circus tricks that the public adores
All done out of desperation for the handman,
Trapped in a form he fervently abhors
They think it is lovely
They think it is funny and ironic
How their Handman Stan has spelled out 'I gotta foot'
"Look!"
"He's actually got two feet-
And a giant hand as a head!"
There is no reversal for this curse
No potion or some magic tonic
Stan continues to fill with ensuing dread
His inner mood increasingly sardonic

For the audience it was their entertainment
'I gotta foot' will eternally remain shrouded in mystery
And whoever Stan might have really once been
Completely and forever lost into the abyss of history.