Hamlet was only mad north-northwest

My father
who also mostly knew
a hawk from a hacksaw
had him beat by a few degrees

Which you could quickly learn
by questioning his direction
at any point of the compass

Struck by a stroke
on the day he retired
he was never the same again

The left side of his brain
holds logic math and anger
all other emotions on the right

The man became a gentle artist
if he could have lined up lines
he might have been a poet