Lunatic Poem by Lee Fones

Lunatic



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

Monday, December 15, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: humour
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