The bread rose in the East;
And the jelly set in the West;
And I stood between the two of them
In my wholly unholy string-theory vest.
So, I toasted breakfast “Here’s to breakfast!”
And went a bit wobbly right around teatime;
And, in between I shivered my timbers – as any good milliner would.
Sad to say, the day ended and started as it had begun
With the jelly setting and the bread raising
And the Knight riding off with a distressed damson (in distress)…
… as they do.
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Marvellous š xxx
Fabulous nonsense verse. I love it.
Thank you G:)
A “non-sens” would be a “sens interdit”?
Forbidden sense?
No entry?
But, where would be sans nuns? G:)
That would be a non-convent.
Or a non-covenant, thus a disagreement.
We wouldn’t want that.
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