by James Broughton
I have bushy brows loose bowels...and bright ideas
but I also have what the Irishman said of the duck
the kind of foot all hell couldn't trip up
I sprint and I slump I jog and I amble
I shout in my closet and whisper in the forum
I'm a dogood nogood doing myself no harm
In my garden I raise perennial laughing stock
and grow enough folly to last out the year
I'm glad I'm crazy rather than the way I am
I hooray every jumper off the beaten track
We need queerer fish in these prim backwaters
I pray every night to wake up crazier
If my balmy days last I may end as I began
a dreamysmile Buddhafaced son of a gunman
from way out west where the sunny boys come from
Photo Credit: Résumé Cartoon, Schwadion. Tribune Media services, 2003.