The weirdest things

They’ll end in asylums
crocheting drum kits for the hard of hearing
because nothing is sacred when you
cook with propane
let confusion rain down on their heads.

It’s Saturday entertainment
rich men in their element
gawking at inmates and
they get in at mates rates
because they know the chief ‘shrink’

I’m knitting torpedoes
disguised as French poodles
and not one of them knows
except Napoleon.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.