While watching me get dressed one morning
My wife inquired of me,
"Why do you always put on your left sock fust?"
I answered dumfoundedly,
"Well I don't know," as I scratched my head,
"It Just seems to me a must."

While setting around the table one night,
Partaking of some grub,
My son he asked, in an of-hand way,
(We always call him Bub)
"Daddy it seems quite strange to me
And its rather peculiar, I feel,
That you must always have to eat
Your dessert while you eat your meal."

At work one day as I sat at my desk
A 'smoking of the weed,
One of the girls walked in and said,
"It seems quite odd, indeed-
That when you put your ash in the tray,
You carefully arrange,
Ashes on one side, butts on the other,
To me that seems quite strange."

To top it off, I must admit
I put mustard on tomatoes,
Nor can I eat strawberry shortcake
Without a helping of mashed potatoes.
Now pondering all these oddities
This choice for me it lead,
To make an appointment with the Doc
To see if I was teched in the head

He listened to my story and
Examined me carefully,
He even took a little hammer
And pecked me on the knee.
"Well what's the verdict Doc?" I asked
As he looked up from my chart,
I knew he would have the answer for me
For I knew him to be smart.
"Son, what's wrong with you is this,
And its very plain to see,
You're broke out all over
With Idiosyncrasy."

- Pete Collins

Recommend this article...