The Man With No Head

I came upon a bearded man,
with whisps of snow white hair.
He sat beneath the old oak tree,
I sat beside him there.

He shared with me a question,
"How many heads here be?"
He made a wild suggestion,
Of two heads less than three.

"One head?" I cried, "Between us?"
How on earth could this be?
But then I started counting,
Only one head could I see.

 
And in that moment I beheld,
The truth in what he'd said.
For just as he, I had become,
A man without a head.