Total Nonsense
The thought of a freak like me writing a book,
has rocked your tiny little world until it shook.
I’ve taken your idea on how it really should be said,
and turned it upside down on it’s stodgy old head.
For I really not know what I should do,
but does it really make a difference to you?
I’ll keep on trying and trying as I might,
In the hopes that I’ll get it quite right one night.
The thoughts get all scrambled up in my mind,
hunting and searching for the right words to find.
I’ll tell you now even before it’s been said,
I’ve already been told my brain must be dead.
A silly little rhyme, from a silly little mind.
