Sugared lips and loopy mamas
Cringe at acts of Mighty Mouse,
As they hide with the Obamas
Deep within their whitewashed house.
Nevermore! the raven chatters,
On the floor! the S.S. cries;
They all run as if it matters,
As the oldest soul among them dies.
Crazy years and crazy seasons
Seasoned with the salt that rhymes;
Subway drivers give their reasons
At the very worst of times.
Stand erect around the fire,
Naked, only clothed by sweat;
Six years now we've heard the liar,
We're as hot as we can get.
Black silent birds seek out the raven,
Nevermore will he call out;
The fire dies, we seek the haven,
We're so sure we're all in doubt.
But then the voice calls from the sky,
Here I come to save the day;
And all the people wonder why
The mouse has only this to say.
Go to sleep my troubled child,
Have good dreams my little one;
Perhaps tomorrow you'll be wild
And this story will be done.
No, I'm not crazy. The above is a nonsense poem, intended to be nothing more than an exercise in meter and rhyme, but although the writing flows and it's fun, the result often ends up meaning more than we think. For instance, Obamas is in there only because it rhymes with mamas. But then, subconsciously they are referred to a couple more times in the poem. Try writing a nonsense poem and see what happens.
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