If I Were Looney

On the bus I pass by a building We refer to as the looney bin I can’t help but be looking I see patients that aren’t locked in They hang out catching a ray of sun While smoking with an air of chagrin They never look like they’re having fun I think if I were in the looney ward I’d want to escape the blah phenomenon I’d want to pretend I won some big award For being crazy happy with no reason And I’d be laughing all day as my reward They could accuse me of flaming treason I wouldn’t care I’d be spreading christmas joy No matter what the time or season In the looney bin I’d whop it up like a real McCoy AP: 3rd place 2020 Submitted on April 13, 2019 for contest QUIRKY TERCETS sponsored by NINA PARMENTER