Flubba!

I sometimes wonder
What my heart is thinking
If it had a brain
"What the hell are you doing!"
"Are you insane?"
I sit, and ponder this
For quite a while
Quaff a little mead
Then deliciously smile
And my retort
I have to report
Is flubba!
So i light up a small one
Upon getting home
And thought how boring
It must be, to be a gnome
Or a giraffe
Just eating leaves
Or a woodworm
On a galleon
Sailing the seven seas
So i choose to be a butterfly
Within a whimsical breeze
Flapping my wings like a lunatic
With butterfly disease
So i dance the dance fandango
And twist again like this
Ive learnt to squat at festivals
As i discretely take a piss
So adieu my fairy companions
Us poets of another ilk
As i eat you all for breakfast
With slightly wonky milk
No sugar needed
And a very strange repast!

by Jemia