M is for madness, M is for me
surrounded by madness, it’s all I can see.
I think it’s genetic, my family are mad
My brother’s a psycho, then there’s my dad!.
My sister starts howling, at every full moon
and wears a fur coat, in the middle of June .
My uncle’s in jail, I can’t say what for
he’s safely locked up, behind a white door.
My aunt loves to chat, to folk on the street
usually she’s naked, just socks on her feet.
My cousin’s alright, he’s only fifteen
but he’s blessed with 3 eyes, one blue and 2 green.
Last, but not least, is my dear grandpa Pat,
he calls himself Mary, and married his cat.
At the end of the day, when all’s said and done
living with madness, is really quite fun.
I like being crazy, cuckoo and mad
To live my life sane, to me seems so sad!.