He Is Mad
Once asked who is mad
So creatively said medical doctor
It's him a real mad fellow
Who easily gets out of a locked prison room
Through the picture of an open door
Painted on the stone brick wall.
He then pays dearly for thick porridge
Together to eat with steaming beef stew
Beautifully painted on canvas wall hanging
In exclusive five star city hotel.
But really not mad all the same:
The man just too sane
In a small world where
Things are very real.
Copyright © Messoh Vincent | Year Posted 2016
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