What a Lot of Nonsense!

No sense is nonsense,
Not sensical either.
The words come out sdrawkcab,
And frontwards but neither.

All is so jumbuled,
And scrumbuled outside,
That the pogscroodling hornswaggle,
Is left by the side.
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Squiggly Piggy in the middle,
Squadgy Podgy up the flue.
Silly Billy down the centre,
Gobble Wobble follows too...
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In the dark of the night,
With no moon to give light,
The Scrimblings come out to play.
They flitter about,
With no noise or a shout,
The Scrimblings go on their way.

They are small and quite round,
No legs can be found.
The Scrimblings don't need to wear shoes.
Their wings are quite small,
But they do have a ball,
When their Scrimblets are watching the news.

At the end of the night,
And after a fight,
The Scrimblings fly home to their nests.
Then during the day,
They doze in the hay,
While the Scrimbmales are washing their vests!



• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.

• All poems written by J R A Gigney unless stated in the title.