CRAZY IN THE NUT HOUSE
Crazy in the nut house, she was in such a rouse
Suspended from the ceiling and feeling like a louse
Because her life was such a fart, she didn’t even know where to start
So she pulled a pen from her tote, Confessions of a Maniac, she wrote
I’ll let them peek inside, on that I will agree
But only for an instant…You see,
Her name was blinkity-blank, a special sort was she
And she anticipated trouble wherever she would be
And so she wrote as best she remembered the crazy life she had
And how she coped with life when a doctor told her she was mad
And so I leave you with this thought: mad is mad, but is that really so bad?