Where Was The Asylum? Poem by Phil Soar

When she was forty three
My mother said to me
'You need to know where the Asylum is'
I didn't know it at the time
As she spoke to me in rhyme
And I thought my mum was just taking the piss

However, some years later
As I ate some mashed potater (?)
The men in white coats knocked upon our door
My mother then admitted
That she'd inferred I'd be committed
If I kept on being stupid like before

When My Mother was fifty three
She came to visit me
As she hadn't set a foot inside the place
Where my days were spent alone
With no laptop or cell phone
So as she left, I slapped her in the face

There's no morale to my tale
And the rights are not for sale
I have written my biography while here
It's called 'A Time For Crazy'
Even though the facts are hazy
And my mother's dead, so Iv'e nothing else to fear