Fun Insane Asylum

Lock us up,
close the door,
padded walls
and padded floors.

Insane you think,
but playful we are,
they threw us in here,
'cause we act bizarre.

This room,
these jackets,
our smiles,
are assets.

We're both in a room,
having our fun,
now this silliness,
has just begun.

Oh my good friend,
our laughs are shared,
as we roll on the floor,
completely impaired.

In the morning we wake,
inside our padded tomb,
how you and i have fun,
will now resume.

--All Poems by Tia E
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