Saying Nowt. By CpSingleton (c) 2015
Hurly-burly, pudding with peas,
Nonsense makes my heartstrings sneeze.
It takes the gumball monkey who’s
Wandered around in my odd shoes.
It stops to chat by the honeyed stream,
Plucking fish who dare to dream
Of conkers played with John and George,
As they tore off chunks of cheddar gorge.
It moves in ways that can’t be judged;
Nor quantified, shunned or budged.
It is a stork with banjo feet;
It’s happy squiggles on white sheet.
It bridges gaps like a giant’s belly,
It marries Burt to Ernie’s welly.
In short or long, and giggling spleen,
It’s saying nowt and him between.