Nonsense 54 Poem by Phil Soar

Nonsense 54



In a room in the middle of nowhere
Alone by the light of the moon
Sat a man with little or nothing
Except for a weather balloon

He was once quite a prominent person
Until he went mental one day
When a powerful twisting tornado
Whipped his belongings away

Now he sits all alone in a cellar
And waits for his balloon to fall
And then he might just venture outside
Until then he sleeps in the hall

Tuesday, October 13, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense
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