Totally uninspired, I goggled at the six lists each containing five words, which the Imaginary Garden paraded for our delectation., to turn any or all into a poem. If you want to see the 30 words – worse than any wordle I’ve ever attempted, you must go here.
Oh well, if Lewis Carroll and Hilaire Belloc can write nonsense poems, who am I to decline to try. So here is some utter nonsense, which I’m ashamed to put before you.
Two clowns are chatting nervously on the sidewalk.
Psst! It’s a secret. Ask no questions.
In her innocent desire for knowledge
the simple girl prayed for enlightenment;
otherwise, she said, how will I know what not to say?
You’ve missed the point, he shot back.
The merciless opossums and scorpions
will not give you permission to tell.
They will assault you and clamp you
to the punishment projector with woven rope.
Stand on your dignity in this sweltering heat,
heat so hot it is tangible.
O please, please tell – I can keep a secret.
Oh very well then. I’ll whisper it.
When exploring the stuff
packed in the cab of the bulldozer,
I found the exact answer
to everything I ever wanted to know
Isn’t that enticing?
But what was the answer?
I’ve forgotten, he said.
And with that she started to chant
the bizarre hit from 1966:
“They’re coming to take you away Ha Ha
Ho Ho Hee Hee. They’re coming to take you away.”
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