Larry’s mind, it twists and frays,
Voices whisper through his days.
In his head, a wild parade,
Shadows dance, they never fade.
One day calm, the next a storm,
His thoughts a maze, no steady form.
Poor old Larry, lost in flight,
Chasing stars through endless night.
Larry, oh Larry, with a head full of air, Thinks two plus two is a fruit or a pear. He tripped on his thoughts, fell flat on his face, Tried to outsmart a rock, but lost the race.
He asked why the sun won’t shine at night, And glued his shoes on, thinking it’s right. With a grin so wide, he’s cluelessly merry, The world’s biggest dunce, our dear friend Larry.