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May 8, 2012
His mind was so erratic
It bounced around at speed.
He could have been four people,
I kid you not indeed!
He could take on board so many things
Most people would not need
And store them in a secret box
Like he was planting seed.
His knowledge was so extensive
An encyclopaedia in his head.
But his lack of common sense was frustrating
And quite often we’d all see RED!
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