He Wore Silk Pyjamas Poem by Phil Soar

He wore a straight-jacket
Though he was'nt mad
It was just a perception
The other folk had
He had walked in his PJ's
Alongside the road
A few hundred yards
From his lonely abode
He woke in the night
And needed some milk
And couldn't be bothered
To get out of the silk
Those pyjamas expensive
The police didn't care
As they drove on the highway
And noticed him there
Assesing him quickly
Assuming him nuts
They arrested his ass
With a few random "Tuts"
And now he's locked up
And has plenty to say
So they put on that jacket
And took him away