Nonsense Poetry Written Just For Laughs

Black paper with ink of white
Turning left instead of right
Infinity no longer an eight
But a line gone by, and totally straight
Down is up and up is down
I’m so happy, I think I’ll frown
My feet are cold, so open the door
Let’s take our food to a store
Inside out is where it’s at
On a diet that makes me fat
Watching my radio every night
Catching sound waves in my sight
Christmas tree all decked in blue
Barnyard sheep, calling moo!
Candles growing large when burned
Pages read after being turned
Wearing gloves in the heat
Standing up while on a seat
Marbles that are square
Buckets used as chairs
Look over here; I’m really there
Someplace else; call it where
Breaking ice is always nice
Add to food and call it spice
My toe is broken so I better dance
Community chest traded for chance
Playing cards with fifty one
Wait till dark to see the sun
Laughing chickens eating cheese
Both my arms in a single sleeve
Funny movies make me cry
Underground becomes the sky
Meowing dogs and barking cats
I knew the earth was really flat
My knife so dull, the point is fine
Blotter marks; I call them lines
Over and over, I’ve said it once
In the corner, but not the dunce
A wayward poet with lots of time
My watch is stopped, so I rhyme
Mixing soup with gasoline
Basketballs and tangerines
Buying money with a credit card
Use a rake to trim the yard
Stepping high across a thread
Making sandwiches without any bread
Giving humor what humor is due
If it’s funny, the jokes on you….

Laughs

Sometimes we just need to act like silly little kids and do silly things to get a few laughs.  If you feel inclined to pen a few more verses in the comments, well then don’t you dare – your welcome to thank me later.  I’m serious…seriously kidding of course.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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