Monday, 11 June 2012


Word nonsense.

A whimsical outburst of disconnected words

Scurried out in maddened herds

They ran along in lines

Like drunken swine’s

Weaving about with promiscuous meanings

Be careful for they have poetic leanings

But with them lacking a purpose

They are just a lot of discourse

There goes the last of them now

Well the poem has to end somehow.


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