Wednesday, July 27, 2011


Ass to grass
Don’t stop!
Jumping jack
Box hop
Face flushed
Squat 'n' pop
Feeling faint
Take a sip
Deep breath
Let it out
Tighten, tone
Body ripped




while reading i was thinking of famous nonsense poetry by Sukumar Roy. good one!

Here is one example of such nonsense verse:

The old man sits at his boiling pot,
Eating boiled wood--even scalding hot.
He nods his head and hums a song
With his sage’s air, he could do no wrong.

He mutters words that no one’s understood:
“The sky dangles cobwebs, hence holes in wood.”
His pate turns hot, his sweat falls and splatters;
He yells in rage, “Who can plumb such matters?

Those blasted donkeys, completely blind,
Know nothing at all, keep changing their minds.
They don't know the basics: which wood has the best juice,
And why, on the moon's eleventh night, wood holes grow loose."

He scribbles his calculations on the ground:
Cracked wood, hollow wood--he writes numbers all around--
Which holes are tasty and which unwell,
What sort of fissure has what kind of smell.

One log against the other he’ll hit
And say, “Every kind of wood I can outwit!
I’ve handled wood and lumber and tree,
I know how to deal with their depravity.

Which wood turns tame, which wood has whims,
Which wood is wistful, and which full of vim.
Which wood can’t tell what’s good and what’s best--
And I know why some wood has more holes than the rest.”

Ferrell said...

Great poem! Lewis Carroll's writing always inspires me in this way. I love nonsensical verse, especially since my thoughts tend to be quite jumbled when I sit down to write after a fifteen hour work day. I'm glad you enjoy it, Shubhajit! =)