THE MUDDLE HEAD

I knew a man from Petushkee

As muddle headed as could be.

I put my socks on my hands,

And my shoes are in the fridge,

I tried to brush my hair with a spoon,

Now it’s all a tangled ridge!

I made my cereal in a pot,

And my toast is on the floor,

I thought I was late for work,

But it’s just my nap I adore!

I wore my pants backwards,

And my shirt’s on my feet,

I tried to leave the house today,

But I ended up on the street!

I can’t find my keys,

Or remember where I’m going,

But I’ll just eat some pizza,

And keep my muddled mind flowing!

That man who lived in Petushkee.

THANK YOU