More Nonsense for My Indian Mate bishu.

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Poetry by Bern.

                    More nonsense for my Mate bishu.

 

(I hope this does not harm your most excellent knowledge of English. Bern)

 

Were you the one that sent me that awful letter?

I was you know awaiting something much better.

Like perhaps a dozen or more big fresh eggs,

Those in my fridge have developed four legs.

What can I do with your not so good news?

Why I cannot even use it to freshen my midday stews.

There it lies on my freshly scrubbed kitchen table, Next to the Dandelions from sweet Aunt Mabel.

These she sent with the expensive express post,

I admit dandelions are what I really dislike the most.

Letters coming from you and dandelions from Aunt Mabel,

All beginning to clutter up my freshly scrubbed kitchen Table.

I begin to wonder if this will spoil my midday stew, Not very nice from sweet Aunt Mabel and You.

In future no letter and no dandelions to spoil my stew would be nice.

Instead I could eat from the shop some sweet chocolate ice.

Would you like some fresh eggs each with four legs?

For sweet Aunt Mabel well she can have my freshly scrubbed Table.

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bishu's picture

Good Hot Sweaty Afternoon from Indimate

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Here's a letter you may like

Don your boots let's go hike

Through the cool fragrant glen

Though this land is foreign

It's lovely after the rain

Aunt Mabel's dandelions

And four legged stale eggs

May words flow swift

Before the cliff-end arrives

Hard to say if anyone survives

But walk we must

through murk and city dust

But in our minds the sweet

fragrance of the fresh leafy

forest of primordial earth

send me a Rupees worth 

I'll fly with new-found four legs

No I need only two and no eggs

Laughing


©bishu 

 

bern's picture

Nonsense.

Well done my learned friend so quick to produce such good nonsense. I would have liked going to your schools. 

I am sure that I could have produced much better nonsense. We should start a nonsense club for all that are intersted. I would love to see what rubbish floods postpoems. Org A happy first of May to you friend bishu and your lovely family from your would be nonsensical friend and his beloved Martha. Bern.