He Might Begin The Nonsense Poem by Amos Christopherson Masereka

He doesn’t listen at things twice
He perhaps hears them all at once
We wonder and ho! there he is!
Tiptoeing, kicks; ho! he’s jumpy
Carries the wife in his mouth all the time
And spits words full of noise, hear them clapping
He’s sharp o my God! and tells his truth,
But might Begin the Nonsense, if you surround him
He begins with jokes then laughter, ends with a cry
He is a part-timer, he teaches and supervises himself
He talks about anything, ask him the source, so he laughs!
You say a sentence and same way he repeats it
So He Might Begin the Nonsense