His barking has been worse
than his bite. He has been up a gumtree
without a piddle, I would say
out of his tidy mind. Cocker
noodle doo. He is crackers
without the jack, as daft as a brush
in the hands of a hatter. He is
two pledges short of a manifesto,
stark staring bankers, up the wooden
stairs to Bedlam, with a loose
screw in his bonnet. Off his nuts,
with his head in the cloud cuckoos.
Out of sync, Colonel Blink, Magoo
who can't see for tofu. He's mad.
And Bobby is almost as bad.
