My life

As I wondered along the curved road of life

I was stopped by my darling wife

Who was behind a large wooden paintbrush that talked quietly to me.

The paintbrush told me to follow the white painted road

And there I found a small brown toad

Who was dancing behind the old paintbrush

And the paintbrush was my small house

So I give it a flick and out came a mouse

Who pounced on me.

These are the thoughts that I have when I’m going mad

But I’m told I am really sad

And the toad is my wife