If you live near a psychopath
And can’t run
Then it will take your mind
Off the coronavirus
And if you have a UTI
You will want to die
Don’t kill him yet
Strange how a bodily pain
Feels like torture
Like houses had faces
And pictures of the three bears
Hung in your lounge
Suddenly when you were five
Turned into a bridge with three arches
Over a river
We truly believe
Then it goes.
The eyes are windows
The mouth is a door
There never was nose
At least we never heard it sneeze
It didn’t cough
Sometimes the chimney set on fire
But girls didn’t put it out
How my heart sings 