Birds circled overhead as Tom lay in his bed.

For he couldn’t get those cuckoos out of his head.

Like driver who sticks hand out to signal a left,

Who then shakes hand to turn right. His brains were bereft.

Or the Sunday driver who put thumb in lighter

To see if hot after press. A real nail biter.

Or the lass who took labels off tins for surprise.

Or guy pushed door that says pull. IQ he denies.