If You Read This, You’ll Go Mad

I took the time to tell a rhyme

To sing a song that sounds superb

To make a picture out of a thousand words

I took the time to tell a tall tale

Not to mislead you but to concede you

To grant you entrance into my world

To open the groaning gate guarded by my guile

Yes my clever wit is the lever to grip

To reach this winding walkway of weird wayward ramblings

To go left you must go right and to go right you must go up

To go up and you must dance and to go down prance

But if you stay too long you’ll go mad

To exit saunter south slowly singing soundly

But slowly move quickly for the lowly gate is tricky

If it knows you’re coming it will close: clank, clutter, bang

And if it does, tell it this story…