I wandered off into the fog and lost my way back home
I walked three hundred metres and forgot my bloody phone
I couldn't call for help or ask someone to search for me
So I stopped beside a lamp post and then climbed a nearby tree
I waited in the branches and to call out for attention
I made some funny noises that were too insane to mention
And then I found that I was stuck and quite afraid of heights
I ended up a prisoner for quite a lot of nights
The fog had hung around a while and so had several cats
I tried to avoid contact, fending them off with my hat
And then I tried to climb back down, and much to my dismay
A policeman then arrested me, and kept me locked away
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Thanks for the laugh. Some days are like that.