A Funny Thought

Once upon that time

(Deep in the brain’s deepness)

Was a funny thought.

A very funny thought.

Small at first, but it grew...

… and grew and grew.

Like a weed it did.

It knotted him up in itself.

Crept around home as if it owned it.

Kept itself to himself.

Never did but hide

In the inner floppy grey,

Or under a synaptic bushel.

Day in, and both day out, it cried, “Me!”

Nothing more than, “Me!”

It knocked on inside skull

To see if he were in,

When it were in.

As he was and will be

From that day forward

(For they never did part)

Its untrue mate.

It famished for attention.

“Think of me!” it cried.

“Think only of me!”

Until it echoed around each everything -

Each nook and cranny of the nether holes.

Soon there was nothing (as only a nothing can be)

But the funny thought...