went to Bess O Bedlam
place for lunatics
got a warm welcome
and given crucifix
felt like real loony
no idea i was there
everyone looked puny
in there eyes i glare
wrapped in a white coat
apparently was insane
occasionally i did gloat
one day i'd be sane
called me whack a doo
i'd no reason as to why
but sometimes I'd moo
then no grass, i'd sigh
well years later
planned my great escape
becoming there curator
acting like an ape
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