Nonsense 25 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 25



I love a mixed up metaphor
that doesn't matter anymore
the words express
the same old mess
I wonder what the words are for?

I love a theasaurus
like a prehensile brontosaurus
a loaded book of words
sometimes absurd
explaining everything imaginable

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