Daisy

There once was a girl named Daisy

Whom everyone thought to be lazy

She never went to work

In the park, she would smirk

Instead she turned out to be crazy.

Daisy wasn’t always insane

In her youth, she lived up in Maine

That’s where her fiancé left her

For a large woman in fur

And now she babbles in vain.

No one talks to Daisy since she went mad

Most don’t because she wears plaid

But there is one person who does

And his name is Buzz

Who desperately needs a soap pad.

One day Buzz went to Daisy’s house

To ask her to be his spouse,

But he was filled with dread

When he saw she was dead

And being picked on by a mouse.