He Might Begin the Nonsense

He doesn’t listen at things twice
He perhaps hears them all at once
We wonder and ho! there he is!
Tiptoeing, kicks; ho! he’s jumpy 
Carries the wife in his mouth all the time
And spits words full of noise, hear them clapping
He’s sharp o my God! and tells his truth, 
But might Begin the Nonsense, if you surround him
He begins with jokes then laughter, ends with a cry
He is a part-timer, he teaches and supervises himself 
He talks about anything, ask him the source, so he laughs!
You say a sentence and same way he repeats it
So He Might Begin the Nonsense
Copyright © | Year Posted 2013

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