The Wit of Nonsense

(tune: The Sound of Silence
(Paul Simon, 1964))

Hello, out there, my old friend
I hope to rhyme for you again
Because boredom is on me sinking
And its onset has me thinking
How new memories haunt my brain
With an odd refrain
Of the wit of nonsense

In the weird world I ponder in
Thoughts can make me moan or grin
Twists will unwind under my skull
That might only amuse a laughing gull
But they may blossom and bloom from within
When allowed to begin
To show the wit of nonsense

When I start I do not know
Where the strolling troll will go
Stopping for tea with a witch
Swapping gossip with a snitch
His adventure is in to where he walks
And to whom he talks
With the wit of nonsense

“Friends,” I say, “I apologize;
Nonsense seems a lot like lies;
Read my rhymes that I might please you;
I tease my wits that I might seize you
With a chuckle you did not expect
From the wit of nonsense.”

I know none may clap and praise
All the silliness that I raise
And your brain may flash its warning
That this drivel is for avoiding
And the blog calls, “The words of this poet
Are written just for the fun
And maybe a pun
By a nitwit of nonsense.”