Nonsense Verse Poems - Poems about Nonsense Verse

LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IX Disconcerted by Michael R. Burch Meg, my sweet, fresh as a daisy, when I’m with you my heart beats like crazy & my future gets hazy ... The Less-Than-Divine Results of My Prayers to be Saved from Televangelists by Michael R. Burch I’m old, no longer bold, just cold, and (truth be told), been bought and sold, rolled by the wolves and the lambs in...

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Wonderworks by Michael R. Burch History’s mysteries abound & astound, found (profound) the whole earth ’round, even if mostly underground. The Procrastinator’s Creed by Michael R. Burch It’s always, “Tomorrow, I’ll do it.” Work? I eschew it. I never collect money I’ve loaned and the rest of this poem’s been postponed. WHEN MAN IS GONE by Michael R. Burch When man is gone won’t the sun still rise? Will anyone care that he isn’t there? Will the porpoises lack...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE VII Fair Elle was an eely lover who squiggled beneath the covers ... She was hard to pin down! When I did it, she’d frown, then wouldn’t do none of my druthers! There once was a camel who loved to hump. Please get your crude minds out of their slump! He loved to give rides on his huge,...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE VI On the Horns of a Dilemma (I) by Michael R. Burch Love has become preposterous for the over-endowed rhinoceros: when he meets the right miss how the hell can he kiss when his horn deforms her esophagus? On the Horns of a Dilemma (II) by Michael R. Burch Love has become preposterous for the over-endowed rhinoceros: when he meets the right...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE V Less Heroic Couplets: Word to the Unwise by Michael R. Burch I wanted to be good as gold, but being good, as I’ve been told, requires something, discipline, I simply have no interest in! Villanelle of an Opportunist by Michael R. Burch I’m not looking for someone to save. A gal has to do what a gal has to...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE IV Anti-Vegan Manifesto by Michael R. Burch Let us avoid lettuce, sincerely, and also celery! Rising Fall by Michael R. Burch after Keats Seasons of mellow fruitfulness collect at last into mist some brisk wind will dismiss ... Where, indeed, are the showers of April? Where, indeed, the bright flowers of May? But feel no dismay ... It’s time to make hay! How It Goes, Or Doesn’t by...

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LIGHT VERSE AND NONSENSE VERSE III The Humpback by Michael R. Burch The humpback is a gullet equipped with snarky fins. It has a winning smile: and when it SMILES, it wins as miles and miles of herring excite its fearsome grins. So beware, unwary whalers, lest you drown, sans feet and shins! Door Mouse by Michael R. Burch I’m sure it’s not good for my heart— the way...

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Mating Calls, or, Purdy Please! Limericks by Michael R. Burch 1. Nine-thirty? Feeling flirty (and, indeed, a trifle dirty), I decided to ring prudish Eleanor Purdy ... When I rang her to bang her, it seems my words stang her! She hung up the phone, so I banged off, alone. 2. Still dreaming to hold something skirty, I once again rang our reclusive Miss Purdy. She...

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A woodhacker rattles like wolf-jaws, A dog's appetite has just died There's blood in those graphite-green curtains Duck Islanders howl of a homicide. There's a murder of crows in The Three Trees, Where the Sky's Ties are tethered away The water's been kissed for the first time And the sun's lips have no more to...

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Light Verse Marvell-Less by Michael R. Burch Mr. Marvell was ill-named? Inform us! Alas, his crude writings deform us: for when trying to bed chaste virgins, he led off with his iron balls ginormous! I Learned Too Late by Michael R. Burch “Show, don’t tell!” I learned too late that poetry has rules, although they may be rules for greater fools. In any case, by dodging...

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Light verse and nonsense verse Mini-Ode to Stamina by Michael R. Burch When you’ve given so much that I can’t bear your touch, then from a safe distance let me admire your persistence. The Trouble with Elephants by Michael R. Burch An elephant never forgets which is why they don’t make the best pets: Jumbo may well out-live you, but he’ll never forgive you so...

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drunken toad by mistake proposed to a log, he was intoxicated by fumes from the bog, the log was quiet and remained unmoved, “sorry, I apologise, If you think I am rude!”...

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Spit, Spot, Spick and Span, Hit Haugh Hick with cane, dirty dark drunken brawl, was no need for it at all, Police caught Spot and Span, Spit and Spick ran as they can, Haugh Hick’s wife saw them skip, tackled them with a Karate kick, Spit cut his lip while Spick hurt his .... ambulance came to Haugh Hick pick! in prison cell they were...

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Happily Never After: the Second Curse of the Horny Toad by Michael R. Burch He did not think of love of Her at all frog-plangent nights, as moons engoldened roads through crumbling stonewalled provinces, where toads (nee princes) ruled in chinks and grew so small at last to be invisible. He smiled (the fables erred so curiously), and thought bemusedly of being...

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In a domain, now lost in time, There roamed a minervoo over the land. With five hairy legs under platelets of rime; They skidded and skated, they frimmed and they frammed. But by far the scariest, creature of all, Was the Trestial, Lambergyl Bruegal. Standing only one foot, three inches tall; It burped along gaily with its silly, audacious, rediculous call. Lambergyl Bruegals...

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