I don't write a lot of poetry, but when I do I really enjoy myself.
I recently came across this one from 2014. It is entitled.....
POEM IN AN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE
Trendla trendla yarna hoo
Somtery aurabel larding too
Permanbello ansenfellow ingMantargo lullingberry tinage fing
Manso manso tuttlemust fardo
Manso manso tuttlemust fardo
Wizzing trizzing didledum lardo
Armay frindig otoom atch
Sandog Trattle-ditch snatch.
© Cro Magnon 2014
I might even take-up my pen again.
15 comments:
Feel free to enjoy yourself. I wouldn't give up the day job quite just yet.
I take it that you're not a fan of my poetry.
I found it fun and it made as much sense as most poetry does to me.
It sounds quite jolly when read aloud.
That's all I can hope for!
It made me think of " Jabberwocky". I used to know that off by heart.
Now I am thinking what a strange phrase " off by heart" is!!
I like lines 5 and 6.
Carroll and I spoke the same language. Those 'Slythy Toves' have haunted me all my life!
Could be lyrics for a song, a new direction for you.
Don't encourage me! It could only get worse.
PS. I bought the lamb shanks in red wine yesterday. Will try them next week.
Let me know what you think. I'm sure you'll enjoy them.
It too reminds me of Jabberwocky or something by Edward Lear. I think it is rather fun. Regards Sue H
When I was managing a small London Art Gallery in the mid 60's we had several EL drawings and watercolours. He was an excellent draughtsman and painter, but only known for his poems.
It has rhythm. Stop
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