I found a ghost, loitering
I feared
from his blank look, slouch, and drool
that he was stark raving bonkers;
but to be sure, I asked him
“Has your brain turned to mush?”
He replied: “Mush, mush!” giggled, and clapped.
So that’s how I knew.
mental expectorations in poetic format (often rhyming...huzzah!), dedicated to my very favorite rodent.