I May Be Quite Insane
The tenuous grip on reality
They say I may be quite insane.
I'm quite inclined to say they're right
The evidence is clearly plain.
My shoes are made from candy cane
I wear rutabaga hats at night.
They say I may be quite insane.
I claim in French that I'm from Spain
And say disco isn't dead, for spite.
The evidence is clearly plain.
I cross the street on a purple train
That can't be seen in the dark, or the light.
They say I may be quite insane.
I laugh hysterically at falling rain,
Trash talk squirrels in hopes of a rousing fight
The evidence is clearly plain.
Normalcy is something I could try and feign
If only the straitjacket arms weren't so tight.
They say I may be quite insane.
The evidence is clearly plain.
About the Creator
Lloyd Farley
Dashing, splendid, genius, awesome, and extremely humble - I am a 52 year old born and raised Calgarian, with a passion for bringing joy and writing humour, particularly puns.
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That was good. Every body is bit insane