The Deranged Poet

There are times when the old expression,

No matter how trite it may sound,

Sure makes a much better impression

Than anything else to be found.

He’s blind in one eye

And can’t see out the other.

Daddy likes to eat his pie

No matter it’s one kind or another.

I try real hard to be a poet

But my words get all mixed up.

I have plentiful troubles to show it

And still I can’t get it fixed up.

There are days I can’t get out of bed

And many a night I can’t get in.

I do wonder, "Is it all in my head?"

Why, I can’t even say where I’ve been!

Life is s’posed to have ups and downs,

But you sure can’t prove it by me.

Everything can’t be out of bounds.

Let’s talk about it down at the first tee.