Wild Child!

Sometimes, my mind gets lost and thinks absurd,

Weird thoughts come to my mind like 'Should I eat mud?'

Why do I click my pen at times and think about crows,

Or why are some people hit with tomatoes?

With tomatoes on my mind and stapler in my hands,

I see that in my insane brain a pillow lands.

Playing a Ukulele or surfing on it,

Oh! The pencil was what the duck had hit.

Do frogs wear lenses or the chair talks to the curtain,

It's all a waterfall of flies - or maybe of rain?

Should I eat the pastry or the cucumber,

Are dimples on the face of a drummer?

Where do these thoughts come from,

Is it my rabbit, tomato or mom?

Is my brain screwed tight or lose,

Or perhaps a silly yet creative mongoose?

I have to deal with it alone,

'Cause it is my Idea Zone!