The Madman

Wrote this one for my boyfriend. He calls himself a madman a lot so I wrote him a poem about one (:

There is a madman that I know

He eats fried rats,

draws on the walls,

and yells at trees to make them grow.

He’s tamed a tiger and a hawk.

He rides giraffes,

and spends his weekends

sticking googly eyes on rocks.

He honks at cars and quacks at ducks.

He caught a rabbit,

cut off its foot,

and said that it would bring him luck.

His matches are his favorite toys.

He caused a scene

by opening his door

and roaring loudly at two boys.

No one really knows his ways.

He’s mad all right,

and will stay that way

until the very end of his days.