Nonsense(A) Poems - Poems about Nonsense(A)

When a horrible commissioner was suddenly fired, team owners interviewed Big Mo. They told him, You're hired. Changes he made to the game were made right away. Protests which followed were completely ignored. And the first things removed were all the scoreboards. Big Mo outlawed all sales of meat. No burgers. No sushi. No hot dogs No barbecued beef. No sea food harvested from your favorite reef. Big Mo said The Game contained too much volatility, so...

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FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP FLIP-FLOP GOING BAREFOOT FEELS FINE AT THE TIME YEAH AND SHOES DO TOO SOMETIMES I NEED SOMETHING LIGHT SOMETHING NOT QUITE SO TIGHT ONLY SANDALS WILL DO OF THE PACK I HAD MY PICK WISH I KNEW WHAT MAKES THEM TICK AND GET A HANDLE ON THESE MY BRAND NEW SANDALS THEY DIDN'T COST A LOT OF MONEY BUT WHEN I WALK MY FEET...

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Spoke to a bloke from Blighty whose wife wouldn't wear a nightie when she rolled over he told me her ankles were tangled then turned back her throat strangled all the more 'I can't retire' she said so instead she wore bloomers to bed ...

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I A portly man out on a stroll approached an egg and ate him whole. II When he saw what he had done, he ate another one. III This man, beyond reproaching, was thrown in jail for poaching....

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A portly man with manner, droll, approached an egg out on a stroll, kindly offering him a ride, and soon that egg was fried....

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In the next life if reincarnated as a mayfly I am designated it's good enough for me with nothing but fun for twenty-four hours (under the sun) until the race is run bonking here bonking there I'll be bonking everywhere non-stop until I drop ...

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Mallard, the coward Was all dressed and showered And Howard was his name So, you see! That, Howard, the coward When all dressed and showered Was still just a mallard To me!...

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“Why is it called a toothbrush?” (he asked rhetorically) as I use it to brush more than one it makes no sense to me surely 'teethbrush' would be correct for dental care and gums so from now on that's what I'll use to remove food residue between my teeth while I still have some ...

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Consider the man in the street if you will what's he doing there standing stock-still maybe like the chicken he's crossing the road and half-way over with nothing better to do only slowed to admire the view perhaps he's pushing his luck for remaining stationary no doubt about it he'll be hit by a van car lorry or truck let's hope it's not...

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With coriander cumin turmeric basmati rice saffron and spice onions chilli peppers and all things nice with chapati and chutney a samosa or two naan for starters rogan josh vindaloo not eye-watering but tasty is best tandoori tikka masala korma's a meal with zest chicken lamb chickpeas or lentils a dinner for two you do not hurry allow what you've got to simmer in the pot if you want a...

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I knew a young girl just a pretty face who lost her mind in outer space with a celestial body decidedly racy out of this world but totally spacey not quite the brightest light it's true (but what a view) and yet when gazing at the moon turned loony... a space cadet and 'twas the lunar orb (waxing, waning, new or blue) of that there's no doubt whose gravitational pull simply...

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Good evening, sir, my name is Alice. A man of peculiar predilections, Lewis Carroll, made me, not from malice. Rather, more so, from his affections. A pen name for a man, pedagogic, Charles Dodgson was the given name of this Oxford professor of sound logic. To me, he's Lewis Carroll, just the same. If my creator made another choice, and...

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Life has an odd habit of making you miss old street curbs and stop signs. The street I miss the most, though, has to be the cross street between the crab apple orchard and my friend Jacksons house. Something about that place felt infinite. And something about sometimes friends feels greater than sometimes. Would I go...

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Once, they claimed to hold the torch, To light the world with truth and reason. But the West’s media empire— Was born not in truth, But in treason. From BBC’s royal scripts, To CNN’s manicured myths, From Fox’s fury-laced fables, To NBC’s polished distortions— They were trained, not to inform, But to perform For the empire's applause. Every lens tilted, Every headline coded, Every silence calculated— To shape the world In...

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They said you came from chimpanzees— That deep in some African jungle You leapt across species, A silent hunter cloaked in blood. But we have lived with chimpanzees For tens of thousands of years. We shared forests, We shared meat, We shared mythologies. Why now? They claim you're a natural disease— But if that were true, Why does nature not offer a cure? Polio fell. Smallpox vanished. Yet you—since...

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