Nonsense rhymes have had a rocky history,
Lewis Carrol used them to some effect
but they are by their nature not well understood.
I like other authors of such rhymes can't answer questions,
it means to you whatever it means to you,
and that's all there is to it. |
A giant gigalofus was sunning one day
by the side of Lake Eversoblue.
She sipped on her soda,
made with ice cubes, and slices of lemon too.
In her fancy new sunhat,
bought new just yesterday,
on her weekly trip into town.
She felt quite the someone,
peeking through her shades,
and her deck chair was silver and brown.
A little concumrat could see the 'old gal'
whizzing by on his new water bike.
It had nifty through horse power
and could turn on a dime
with gold stars on the hydropike.
He whizzed up and down,
and up again,
criss-crossing over his wake.
Then just for fun
he'd give it the gun
and jump umpty feet,
peel out then do a retake.
The gigalofus ignored it at first,
'boys will be boys'.
And settled back to enjoy the sun.
But little by little
the incessant buzz
of the bike began to spoil her fun.
Like a big flossifly
that buzzed round your head
the noise got under her scales.
Till there came a point
just this side of sane
when she started to thrash her three tails.
She went to her den
and came back again
with a pair of pink ear protectors.
And for a while it seemed
she needn't call
the office of the noise inspectors.
But though they worked at first,
the protectors soon made it worse.
With the buzz inside her head.
And now not only
had she an annoying noise
but her ears had turned bright red.
So she picked up her deck chair,
her book and her soda
made with ice cubes
and slices of lemon too.
And left the sunny spot in the sand
on the beach by the side of Lake Eversoblue
Intending to return
on another sunny day
when the noise had come to pass.
Meanwhile the little concumrat's bike
had started to stall,
"Hell!" he said, "Out of gas." |