Not quite Edward Lear but still nonsense weather is spelt wrongly too on purpose

Well now, its been a while since I wrote a poem

And I've been through heaven and hell

But if the truth is known, I've not been alone

There are plenty who do it as well

So what do I say to the people claim

It is only in your head you fool

Pull yourself together

Whatever the whether

And just play it really cool

Well the fact of the matter

When fish is in batter

That it is not the flower that binds

Yes I know that's not flour, that's the fact of the matter

And why my mind is just mine

That doesn't make sence, it's irrational nonsense

And now you might understand

But if you do then good luck

I don't give a fuck, and I'm just glad

That I've had a good time.