Unsound Words Poem by Jim Young

Ticketless fans plat the platypus.
In the deconsecrated church 
the cat wipes her feet.
Pause!

Helter-skelter the choleric leaves
crispen under pewter skies.
For when the wooden steamboats shine,
and the puppet-masters flobberlop,
we'd better listen.

Death from a thousand groans
at the wayside pulpit.
The disadvantaged are delisted
and plastic bags plummet.
Time to fill in the urination diary.

When the intoxicated festival goer
is bedazzled by the pyrotechnics,
it's time for the pub and some
great food, open fires and free wi fi.
Don't worry the police have guns.
Walkie talkie, walkie talkie, over.

The CEO stands on the creaking glass floor,
from below it is not all it's cracked up to be.
Poems, readings, prayers and songs at the crematorium 
where the unretired vicar earns a few extra bob.
When the guns in bunkers fall silent.
Who is the therapist's therapist?
When the air conditioning pushes up global warming,
the nipples frantically dial up 'Come in Tokyo, Come in Tokyo! '

Gob and dog grab the mouldy bagpipes.
When the piper dies who will play the lament?
Ask the shepherd where can you post your Christmas card,
for the hubbly bubbly water pipe sent the wrong message.
The scent of a woman in a second-hand book,
always one step away.
Let's all drink to fecundability and fecund kids!  

Microcosmagraphica he said.
Well he would wouldn't he?
The pendulum shadow of a leaf bat
swinging on a cobweb.
When the cats eyes go blind,
it is a dark road to take.
When you expire 
who will re-breathe your last breath.

On a wet night a sundial worm
searches for the sun.
Is the moonlight from another time?
The music of the Cyanobacteria 
is so infectious.
The cat is cooking by the fire
how do I change his fuse?

How to end a nonsense poem?
Common sense
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