So what you see after this is a little poem
i wrote, I'm looking for a suggestion as to what to title it. I have no clue really what to title it so anything helps, thanks!
A mind a mind that was oh so mad.
That kind but dreary mocking old man.
He sat upon a funny looking rock.
More like a hump than a mistaken cooking pot.
An idea he had for inventions of sorts.
with many proportions of shiny quartz.
It's lacking propulsion made it hard to use.
As it had fins where instead should be shoes.
That neurotic nautical disturbing thing
It makes me feel less like a being.
With it's cooky flesh and glaring eyes.
I felt sure that it was soon to be my demise!
but ignore did I his maniacal plot
Because I knew that he was a crazy sot.