Fernundaling

Gold cherry
Poem of the week

By catherine poarch

Thu, 08 Dec 2016
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10 comments
 

I loved to go fernundaling.

Fernundaling was bungaloo.

But then I met the Custard Head,

the pumpabellow Trumpadoo!

You Thing, he said. You Snorri Thing!

His mouth went chop. And chop, chop, chop.

He struck me with a zitterbee

and threw me in the Gunjendrop.

The world was sharf and sharf indeed.

The Trumpadoo just couldn’t lose.

He was the King of Custardy.

He was the Ozer of the Ooze.

But then I heard, one million strong,

with slipper feet, with shoff and shoof,

the Snorri Things were on the march

and with one mighty zoost of truth

they scorterised the Trumpadoo!

They noodlefied him, there and then!

Come out, the Snorries said to me.

Fernundaling is here again.

 

 

 

Certificate U
Poetry Monthly
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Comments

Submitted by Insertponceyfre... on

I loved this piece of nonsense!

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Insert, and for the cherries. There's nothing like a bit of nonsense to cheer you up.smiley

 

Submitted by Philip Sidney on

A touch of Lewis Caroll, and not an easy thing to do.  Cheered me up. :) 

Submitted by tcook on

To write a nonsense poem is not as easy as it might seem. First of all it must flow beautifully - and this does - then it must have really wonderful new words - and this does - and finally it must have some sense in it, and this certainly does. This is excellent.

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Submitted by VeraClark on

I believe in this, it has authenticity, a touch of sinister and real charm.

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you all - and for the pick. Well, who says you can't be rewarded for having fun. I really appreciate your kind comments.

 

Submitted by ledru on

Such a beautiful flow :)

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Ledru, that's a lovely comment. Happy Christmas to you.smiley

 

Submitted by hudsonmoon on

Joyous nonsense in an insane world makes me happy. Much hapier today.

Rich

 

Submitted by catherine poarch on

Thank you, Rich. Really appreciated. And I feel this poem is coming true. Or will. The Snorri Things are on the march. On the strength of making things come true by writing them, I think I should write a poem where I win lots of money and buy a house and England win the next rugby world cup. smiley