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.

The Pogscroodler's Ball

Are you feeling sort of lonely?
Are you feeling kind of blue?
Do you want to go a-dancing,
Around a floor or two?

Come on into the ballroom!
Come one and then come all!
Proclaim the dance night coming!
Cheer for The Pogscroodler's Ball!

All of you who pogscroodle,
Or have pogscroodled once or twice,
Come with all your finery,
Come even if you look quite nice.

All ye merry pogscroodlers,
And all ye merry gerplonks.
Come within the dancing house,
Before the band rezonks!

Dance away pogscroodlers.
Dance all night ye monks.
Dance until your toes fall off,
And your legs make some kersplonks!

Celebrate pogscroodling,
Celebrate the time.
Cheer at the band who play for you,
To make the Pogscroodler's Ball sublime.


• Dedicated to Auntie Gillian.

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