The A to Zeds,
that were in my heads,
were all written
with little thought.
I ought to have seen
that they lacked for nought;
like the finest wine
from the vineyard bought(
or the rarest word
so fanatically sought;
but, they just wrote themselves
with the words from my brainial shelves,
so that what you got
was not a lot.
Zodiax?!
It’s not a word
that I have ever seen
spelt like that;
however, I can work out
what
it relates to.
And, I have heard,
that of the twelve signs,
we are all one or another one.
I’m a Stradivarius,
what are you?
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You can tell a lot
about a man,
from the thickness
of the mud
upon his van.
You have not seen anything yet,
as I’m sure it is supposed to be;
and, therefore, you are either blind from birth,
or dramatically grammatically challenged.
Anyway, great song (of its time)
and from one of Canadia’s finest:
Bryan, Celine, Maple, etc.
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Tagged #AtoZPrompts, #Bryan, #BTO, #Canadia, #Celine, #Maple, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly
Xylophones, the musical sort,
are purely for begonias.
I know, that makes little sense,
but, what does, these days?
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Tagged #AtoZPrompts, #Begonias, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #soc, #Xylophones
Six seagulls in Morrisons car park!
That’s six in number,
and not sexy gulls!
Anyway,
they were patiently waiting
for a bite to eat,
pacing nonchalantly
on their twelve gull feet;
calling to each other with the latest news;
and hoping for a morsel
to light the fuse.
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Tagged #Gulls, #Morrisond, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #Seagulls, #silly
In seventeen short words,
I can say that my monosyllabic haiku
is not a thing that exists.
Would that I could
write pure, unadulterated poetry;
but, it is beyond me.
Far, far, beyond;
over the hills
and far, far away;
and, also, not something
that I care to do.
But, I could…
if I wanted to,
but, I do not want
to float like a cloud,
compare thee to a bee,
or charge happily
into the valley of death,
That’s so old hat,
and I am not one for old hats,
and that’s the truth –
I have the attributes of youth—
okay, so I make stuff up,
that is my cup.
Where did you think that was going?
I write this, and I had no way of knowing.
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Tagged #AtoZPrompts, #FF, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #soc, #vss
I would just like to mention,
that some of my words
have been used by other writers
and other poets
in ‘their’ works.
Therefore,
Would also just like to mention
them here.
My thanks must go to Alfred, Lord Tennyson
for my use of his word, ‘green’’;
to Anon for the word, ‘Gubbins’,
and to Dorothy L. Sayers
for ‘bloodline’ and ‘chivalric’.
In fact, there are only two words
in my writing
that I can lay claim to –
and one of those is ‘Badriomaku’.
It has four legs,
and a shell for a home;;
likes eating lettuce,
loves to roam;
goes very slowly,
but always gets there;
once had a race,
with a runner-up hare.
That story taught us
a lesson in patience.
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Tagged #AtoZPrompts, #Hare, #nonsense, #poetry. #poem, #silly, #Tortoise
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