I am a Poet LaureateIn nonsense poetryTook years and years of study, sweatTo reach this level (me) We bow down at your feet Great OnePoet (with cap P)Years and years of study, sweatLaureate (cap L) you be Who wrote this nonsense?…. Don MatthewsFebruary 2021
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Tonic/Gin
Just wrote this bit of rubbishDrinking tonic/ginForget you ever read itThrow it in the bin Don MatthewsFebruary 2021
Coffee
I’m looking at my coffeeMy coffee looks at meAnd says what are you looking at?To which I say, at thee clap clap clap….. Thankyou… Don MatthewsFebruary 2021
Why Am I Attracted To Absurdity?
Why am I attracted to absurdityWhy am I silly, insaneWhy am I nonsensically inclined thus?What am I striving to gain? Don MatthewsJanuary 2021
I Am a Trying Rhymer
I try to put in rhyme‘Bout things I read a lotMost of the time it works outBut sometimes works out not I’m also into rhymingRhyming what I seeMost of the time it works outNow seeing my coffee (above) gawd…. You guessed it, into rhymingRhyming what I hearRhyming what I hear aboutEntering my ear more gawd….Continue reading “I Am a Trying Rhymer”
I Hope You Took Your Phone With You
I am a man of mysteryWhere will I jump to nextWill I send a letterOr will I send a text? I hope you took your phone when youEntered the hereafterCos when I want to contact youA text is so much faster Letters take such a long time…. Don MatthewsJanuary 2021 I just like playing roundContinue reading “I Hope You Took Your Phone With You”
Huh?
Snap, quick, follow thought-trainFollow quick, snap, quickYou can do it yes you canSnap, snap don’t act fick Huh? I am not fickDon’t miss a trickYou’ve left the ‘l’Out of fick Huh? Don MatthewsJanuary 2021
Sing a Song of Silly
Sing a song of sillyI’m singing while I sitSing better while I’m sittingI wonder why is it? Dunno?…. Don MatthewsDecember 2020
Maidenfly
I enjoy exploring the genre of nonsense and absurd. I was at the pond watching maidenflies. It all started there I just have seen a maidenfly Hover o’er the waterNot a sound it did makeI then thought, should I oughta? Hear a sound?…. Then I saw anotherHover o’er the groundMaking such a racket(A freight-train sorta sound)Continue reading “Maidenfly”
Poet Don on 8700
Eight thousand seven hundred Minutes (you – so what?) There are in one four five hours What a lot of twat Thankyou…. I just like playing round with wordsAnd having fun
