A FAREWELL TO SENSE

I shall just wake up one morning,

and not care what people think.

When I see a family, in the street

with two ghastly, screaming children

I shall simply walk up to them –

and say ‘aren’t your kids horrible?’

And when I find my pathway blocked,

by a massive, mountainous woman

with a shock of bright red hair

I shall say: ‘gosh, you’re ugly.’

And when I see a muscle-bound man,

coming towards me – big as a bus,

covered with veins, and tattoos,

I shall tell him: ‘those look rubbish.’

Though that one probably won’t work out

so well.