Try writing nonsense, you will be surprised
I have used a comma, that’s the end;
How hard it is to know a poet can lie.
Unless you have a calling,shut your eyes
Do not break where you can also bend
Try writing nonsense, you will be surprised
When I read a villanelle, men cry.
Ask the poet never to pretend
For cruel it is to find a poet who lies
Triolets bear sadness to the wise
If your aim is cruel, do not send
In learning nonsense, we’ve been ill advised
Rubbish is not nonsense,realise.
Lewis Carroll’s Alice was no friend
How hard it is to know where poets lie.
Sense and nonsense travel in a blend
So it is that fiction can offend
When writing nonsense, you must be composed
How hard is it to learn a poem transposed?
