A Rattling Rhyme

The example says ya ta ta ya ta ta, like Lady Gaga peels a Bananah, A scene I see with no drama, and you don't like it... "whateva". I more than rattle with my atomic, strap yourself in while I move a tectonic, at radical speeds they call supersonic, I'm without a subject or a path of logic. I'll just ramble in search of an angle, creating suspense and letting it dangle. I could mock Remain who still complain, or add to the stack of Trump poems that rain. I would rather write a bit of laughter, in truth I'd rather lather up your daughter. But I go to far when I write naughty, I'm over the top just like Basil Fawlty. I'm yet too find the impact, call me David Miliband, it's like when Stallone talks, no one can understand. I can ya and I can ta but you hear blah, I'm thumbling like a man trying to undo a bra. My poems are good when I write from the heart, but here is an example of me writing a fart. I don't know why I take part because this won't win, so just go ahead and throw my art in the bin. ta ta ta ta, a sheep goes bah bah bah bah, radio ga gah, radio goo goo, I'm sat, I'm fat I've gone cuckoo, that ya ta ta ya example from you sent my brain to Timbuktu, the circuit blew and to there it flew, I broke the stanzas and made a mess, compared to this they all rattle less. It's not a winner but an honourable mention, and I'll rattle Nina with some penetration, I told you I go to far and I haven't been drinking in the bar, when it comes to random rubbish I'm a twinking star. A Rattling Rhyme Poetry Contest: Nina Parmenter, I lay rhymes that fit tight like a carpenter.