Humour (for allpoetry.com Poetry Slam)

Humour

Okay right
I'd be off my face on sugar
Walking down the street
Well, my long country road anyway
And I'd be talking to the sheep
And the cows
Asking them what the hell they're doing with each other
Cos I'd be seeing them sniffing
And stuff like that
Then they'd run after me
Chase me down the road
I'd fall on my face
Flat on the ground
And then, what do ye know?
I wake up on my own bed
With a bull ring beside me
What do ye reckon to that, eh?
Madness

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