Which way, sir, is it to insanity?
Have you even the slightest vanity?
Myself, methinks it's when the cuckoo clock
Strikes twelve on the dot, and the mental block
That you once had melts down to a blank care,
And on the tube's the nimble Fred Astaire
Dancing on the ceiling. Now of course I
May be wrong, and this I will not deny,
But if every picture tells a story
And is worth a thousand words, then glory
Be! I'm probably right smack on target!
So the next time you head for the market,
   You remember these few choice words of mine;
   They just might help you clear your cluttered mind!