Warning, Warning!

Warning, warning
Warning, warning
I wrote two nonsense poems
this morning

whats that
everything I write is nonsense
how dare you my good man

In shades of Golum Blue

in shades of Golum Blue
the little creatures for you
and he follows you
with his big sad eyes
as you go out with other guys

In shades of Golum blue
in the caves of Braken Blud
he stares into a brackish pool
and rolls his eyes just like a fool

In the shades of Golum blue
early in the morning light
The Gorkies from the Splender Fell
Jump the high point and take flight

While the Golum eats his pies
and cleans his eyes
of limpet mud
and runs around
in the sulphur mist
wondering why
he’s never been kissed

In shades of Golum Blue
the grave men
come and torture him
they put him in a recycle bin
and roll him off a cliff
In shades of Glum Blue

and after Glolum Blue
was squashed in the head
All the Romanians
went to safely to bed
The Slavics and the Croats too

Oh the slaves of Belgrade

Oh the  slaves of Belgrade
they obeyed
the rubber maid

Oh the slaves of Belgrade
that the Romans flayed
with their golden blades

oh the slaves
of Belgrade
they fell in love
with the Indian maid
from Buffalo Bills
travelling zoo
and the slaves of Belgrade
Told rodeo Kinkade
that when he leaves
they’re going too

oh the slaves
of Belgarde
had a music hall
built into a wall
when the music played
they danced and sang
especially the one
they called King Saul

and one young man
passing through the town
fell in love with a maid
hanging upside down
above the stage
as she played and played
her accordion

oh the slaves
of Belgrade
they were ruled
by a vocal cat
and when it mewed
for a drink of milk
they brought it a gallon
in a policeman’s hat

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances. View all posts by blackbird212012