Non-Sense Poem
 

Make it as surreal as you want to........... While watching the spectical,I sat purched on pasta fusile. After a while the bandicoot arrived and spoke these words...........

"Fear not! I come to bring Spagettios to the masses"

(or was I supposed to rhyme with fusilli???)

NO Rhymes.Speghettios are what the masses need....But I know what they want.

They want hoola hoops and Fruit Loops.

As the Wombat said to the Duck Billed Platapuss,"Use that bill baby OOh AAh OOh Ahh......

Martha swallowed the fruity lactose and galloped

around her new yellow surroundings

and never asked

if she was living in rhyme

or living it right.

When up on the housetop,
there came such a clatter,
Our neighbors were drinking
And I could hear all their chatter.

You slide next to me,
we wonder what the neighbours above are doing


we don't care - we're loving and snuggling and discovering

Just as the neighbours above us are doing. Sounds competive.Bed springs squeak on two levels.Moans rise up to fill the air.

It's a night to remember,
A day to forget
A bottle to guzzle



And all that other stuff ... :D