The Mad Poet - A day when you are in a wierd mood.

I was just in a wierd mood when I decided to write this poem. Something light hearted and I am sure you will be able to enjoy it. Some days you just feel so frustrated and need a break from the rat race. Your mind begins to wander off with you and then these words are expelled light a beam of white light.

The Mad Poet

As you look at me what do you think?
What do you think everytime?
You look at me,
Through those bright brown eyes?

As your hand touches mine,
What do you feel?
Does my skin feel divine,
Or as rough as an Orange peel?

This poem was easy to write,
As the words flowed though my pen,
Its ease giving me a great fright,
Do I belong in an asylum then?

Is Nymphomania contagious?
Does everyone feel the same?
Or is it only for the courageous?
Or should I hang my head in shame???