Nonsense Poem
Bungling fingers flub to rhythm and rimeBirthed from the rinds of flapper fleeks and flooms
Who zoom from zig to zag and Zappa do
Zambonious Zarathustra then came
Dancing to the rhythm and rime, exclaimed
Whose bungling fingers flub so flawlessly
But unlike all the flapper fleeks and flooms
Zarathustra rhythmed wrong and rimed late
So they laughed him off to the mountaintop
Where he sang a book of philosophy
About ropes and man and super beings
Someone then turned into a comic book
Poetry by Sameen
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Written on 2025-11-11 at 14:35
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