Strawberry

madness...that is all

Madness chases away all sadness

Never have I encountered a depressed madman

Even their hair refuses to be oppressed instead questing for delight

of its own accord

Madness is it’s own reward

A soul in said present state

Cares not for public opinion as to whether they are loved or great

For them such things are not debated

Instead they wonder how purple is stated

Why apples are never congratulated

And whether beans should be educated

For madness is not a mental defect

Tis how our soul reflects

The fact that our imaginations cannot be suppressed

To a tyrants great distress

Madness shows we are blessed

Beware the corn as it gets undressed.

Reviews

[Tenten]

I love this, its wonderful, the rhyming gets to me just as its not something i prefer but the rest is brilliant. its fast pace and a run a wild word, beautiful.

[J.K. (Not Rowling)]

That was absolutly fantastic! The little green men in my head are applauding, and the hampster has stopped running on his wheel in order to congratulate you. I think we all need to be a little "mad" sometimes, you are correct, it helps us reflect. This poem was fun, thanks for writing it.

[Orlando Murcia]

Beware the corn as it gets undressed, I love that!