May is Mental Health Month.
Below find a rota for its first seven maddays.
On Madday the first, young Mad Anthony Wayne
wails, “I’m mad…about you!” (Who says Tony’s insane…?)
On Madday the second, it’s Madame Toussaud:
“I’m as mad as hell…and I’ll not take it no mo’.”
On the third, “the Mad Bomber” Metesky is tapp’d.
(Mr. M’s mad ball ops takes two decades till scrapp’d.)
On Madday the fourth, madcap devil-may-care
playboy Reggie Van Gleason clocks in – avis rare!
On Madday the fifth, tales of mad cow disease
tells divine Rachel Maddow, doyenne of TVs.
Though supportive of MADD, she downs cocktails with ease –
on some Friday nights, sev’ral. (They’d best hide her keys.)
.
On Madday the sixth, we remember things past.
such as Proust and his madeleines. (Weren’t those a blast…?)
Singing “Paddlin’ Madeline Home” we row fast.
(Neither’s made in Japan, yet the pair’s built to last.)
On the seventh, a dear (though mad) friend of mine,
queueing
before the Mad Fox Brew’ry door, coos, “What’s brewing…?
My palate needs fresh’ning. My throat is bone-dry
and I’m mad for your barleywine. Have you some nigh…?
Or mad fruit (whiskey raisins), mad figs (fresh from roasting),
mad French macaroons… Such mad flavors you’re posting!
(So: why, one might ask, am I not on their tour…?
For the nonce, this mad fool needs to take him the cure.)
wails, “I’m mad…about you!” (Who says Tony’s insane…?)
“I’m as mad as hell…and I’ll not take it no mo’.”
(Mr. M’s mad ball ops takes two decades till scrapp’d.)
playboy Reggie Van Gleason clocks in – avis rare!
tells divine Rachel Maddow, doyenne of TVs.
Though supportive of MADD, she downs cocktails with ease –
on some Friday nights, sev’ral. (They’d best hide her keys.)
.
On Madday the sixth, we remember things past.
such as Proust and his madeleines. (Weren’t those a blast…?)
Singing “Paddlin’ Madeline Home” we row fast.
(Neither’s made in Japan, yet the pair’s built to last.)
before the Mad Fox Brew’ry door, coos, “What’s brewing…?
My palate needs fresh’ning. My throat is bone-dry
and I’m mad for your barleywine. Have you some nigh…?
Or mad fruit (whiskey raisins), mad figs (fresh from roasting),
mad French macaroons… Such mad flavors you’re posting!
(So: why, one might ask, am I not on their tour…?
For the nonce, this mad fool needs to take him the cure.)
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