A MAD - Collection 2

So boys and girls here comes my second poem.....

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WHO IS A MAD

Who is a real mad
I saw a mad
Grazing all his goat mads
I saw him coming
Inside my homing.

I said ‘don’t come’,
He said ‘I will come’
I became furious
I said ‘don’t go there’
He said ‘I will go’

I repeated ‘you go there’
He cried ‘ I wont’
I thought he was a mad

But he is a mad now
Really a mad, 13 years old

Can you say who is the real mad
But I can say,

The mad is
You who reads this poem
Yes you are a mad ( because my own imagination is this)
Is it real..ha ha ha...