Musings of the Mad

A man in debt cut off his ear.

In debt, so no one wants him near.

I wrote this poem to put right here.

To entertain my friends, so dear.

If you have cause to run away

Then, tell me what the beast did say.

I have to plan on rainy days

Or else I’ll perish in my ways.

Over here! Psst! Round the bend

In three lines our story ends

And you’ll be sated only then

As if you had, instead, read ten.