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Stuff of Nonsense

 

Shoving words of your words for one to swallow whole
choking on the meanings and chewing on a Scroll. 
Eating up left overs 
Then vomiting sticky notes
reading empty pages
Ripping up false quotes.

One word doesn't tell 
A sentence may make sense 
Spread it on a slice of bread 
And place it on the bench
cut it into quarters and leave it to be read
aloud to all who listen 
Taking heed to whats been said.
All words put together 
Laid neatly in a row
Joining like a chorus 
Rolled out as flat as dough 
Place in a preheated oven at 180 degrees
until they're crisp and golden 
Then cover with sliced cheese.

Stuff cram and plug
words that wont escape
Shake a little seasoning 
Then knead Roll and  shape .
Place inside a chiller 
Overnight is best
Small words bcome big words 
Along with all the rest.
The story will be written ready to be sold
Pages full of flavour 
Emboided with pure gold .
Readers have opinions
Entitled to their voice
Don't write words for silence 
We all make are own choice.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



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