Nutcase Poem by Herbert Nehrlich

And not a single blueberry
was left among the leaves,
the more he searched the place
the louder was the sound of
the crickets and the toads,
he wondered if they could have,
would have taken them to eat
nobody knew what toads live on,
and crickets are a species all too,
....well, crazy and exotic and so dumb.
When night fell he discovered
that it was he who was, no due respect
the real nut among the berries.