He stood there on one leg and clapped,
A toothbrush in each ear
His ranting bilge betrayed a man
Whose thinking wasn’t clear.
“For God’s sake get a grip man.
What would your Mother say”?
The bathroom sage repentant said,
In a mortified dismay:
“No more will I be silly”;
And from that day on he changed.
He spent his days in politics,
Respectably deranged.
© Copyright Philip Barton 3rd April, 2019. All rights reserved.
