Why not write a bit of nonsense?
take the time to make it rhyme
each living line – ignore the
consequence of making sense –
after all there’s precedence in
your defence; keep the rhythms
bonded strong to bound along
and make it sing, oh let it sing, it
must be sung – this is a song, a
silly song you have to sing.
When hung up out to dry by
chary peers your song will drown
the echoes of their jeers –
replaced by children’s voices
in the street who’ll sing your silly
song to their defeat.
© 21 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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