Swimmed the mountain and climbed the ocean..
Wore a sweater to the beach
and swimsuit to a land frozen.
Landed on the Sun,
saw the Moon blazing hot.
Looked down to Jupiter to spot my home.
And saw toddlers making cupcakes..
And mum playing with Gnomes..
Who says Poetry has to make sense?
It’s a blessing and not a curse..
B’cause all you need is a paper, a pen and a nonsense verse.
Wore a sweater to the beach
and swimsuit to a land frozen.
Landed on the Sun,
saw the Moon blazing hot.
Looked down to Jupiter to spot my home.
And saw toddlers making cupcakes..
And mum playing with Gnomes..
Who says Poetry has to make sense?
It’s a blessing and not a curse..
B’cause all you need is a paper, a pen and a nonsense verse.
September 4, 2014 at 1:25pm ·
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Haha!
🙂
That’s a cute poem. And you’re right, poetry doesn’t have to make sense. 🙂
This one I like. :))