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.