I''ve written a poem for you: Twinkle twinkle little star, you should know what you are, and once you know what you are, Mental hospital is not so far.
A Boy Sat On A Train
Chewing Gum & Staring
Vacantly Into Space,
Whn Suddenly An Old Woman
Sitting Opposite Said
''Its No Good You Talking To Me,
Young Man, I''m Stone Deaf'' ;->
