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More Nonsense.

My nonsense is not very formal,

 In fact for me it is quite normal.

I write this rubbish nearly every day,

It passes you know the time away.

Sometimes I write it before going to bed,

It is what aches my poor old head.

I advise you all to do just the same,

It is better than chess or any other game.

Rhyming you know is good for the brain,

Some I warn you, it will drive you insane.

Myself I am as nutty as a fresh fruitcake,

 That I put in the refrigerator to let it bake.

I do not speak nonsense in front of my wife.

I am not the kind that suffers gladly any strife,

I sometimes utter nonsense in my sleep.

I often talk to a lady called little Bo Peep,

It takes her mind off all those stupid sheep.

From them all I get not a single peep

And there is Mary, Mary quite contrary,

She will not speak she prefers her Canary.

My dreams are weird I will have you all know,

Naked I run around in the white cold snow.

I could write this rubbish for hours on end,

But I’m afraid it will send me around the bend.

I will stop writing this nonsense as of now,

I do not like the look of that Fat old cow.

I would hate to get her horns in my Belly,

I know it would make me shiver like jelly.