Odd Poem by Phil Soar

I've been known to laugh at nothing
I've been tearful quite a lot
I see the daft in the simplest things
And I sometimes lose the plot
I wish that every day was fun
And I try to make it so
I left a book, in a pile of soot
And I pissed on a mound of snow
I walked under a herd of cows
And they looked at one and udder
Their faces were aghast at me
But the bull just made me shudder
I lost a game of truth or dare
With a bloke with a great big gun
He shot me in the ass, as a pig walked past
And it made me start to run
So in case you think I'm crazy
Well, you might have a cause to be
I move in some mysterious ways
And I'm nearly sixty three