I once had a friend who was a little mad.
He wasn’t just crazy; he was really bizarre.
He licked his fingers whenever he felt sad,
And had many times jumped out a moving car.
One time he ate a black widow alive,
And at another he kept punching a tree.
He even tried inserting his face into a hive,
How he still lives is a big mystery.
So, he and I were travelling one day,
And he did not like that I was driving slow.
Ironically, he turned to me to say,
‘No offense, but you’re the weirdest person I know.’