Tuesday, 18 March 2014

a ninety sixth poem...'nonsense'

‘It was absolutely runcible, sir’,
Said the deputy constable to
The chief superintendant.
‘Runcible?’, queried the superintendant.
‘Er, yessir… runcible’, confirmed
The deputy constable.
‘Are you sure you don’t mean
Risible?’ – The superintendant.
‘No, sir, runcible’, the deputy
Constable insisted.
‘I see’, replied the superintendant,
Unconvinced, ‘you’ve read
Edward Lear I suppose?’
The deputy constable rubbed
His long nose.
‘Yessir!’
‘The Owl and The Pussycat?’
‘Both, sir’.
A siren wailed in the middle-distance.
The superintendant smiled,
And so did the deputy constable.

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