My favourite poets, as a youngster were definitely Lear, Carroll and Spike Milligan.
I loved their ability to talk pure nonsense and actually sound like they were making sense.
I grew and found Monty Python, The League of Gentlemen and lastly, but by no way least, The Mighty Boosh.
I now use ‘nonsense’ to oil my mind cogs before I set the mental bi-cycle on the road to creative town. (or Liesville, depending on your point viewsyness!)
Grab a ‘backy’ and I’ll show you the town…
Does a Magpie Count A Crowd? By C.p.Sinngleton. © 2012 http://wp.me/p27egX-6B
I wrote this during a visit to Flamborough Head. A wonderful place, I advise all to visit. Anywho, I was sitting on the cliff-top when a magpie caught my eye. I saluted and wished him a good day. He bobbed his head in a reply and then looked to count the other tourists…
http://wp.me/p27egX-2a Hey diddle-dum. By C.p,Singleton (c) 2011
A silly play on the ol’ Hey-diddle-diddle. Mines better. hee hee
http://wp.me/p27egX-1B Ching Po and the Lucky Lettuce Pest. By C.p.Singleton (c) 2010This is an example of my stream of consciousness. Any relation to persons living or dead is purely subliminal…
http://wp.me/p27egX-1jQ The Piggies Are Waiting. By C.p.Singleton. (c) 2012
http://wp.me/p27egX-7gA night on Still Island. By Carrot-phwack Singleton (c) 2012
This is inspired by a wonderfully quirky poet, amydot90, and a rhyme off we had.