It was a fine October morning
In April last July
The Sun lay thick upon the ground
The Snow shone in the Sky
The flowers were sweetly singing
The Birds were in full bloom
When I went down the celler
To sweep the upstairs room
The time was Tuesday morning
On Wednesday just at night
I saw ten thousand miles away
A house just out of sight
The doors they opened inwards
The front was at the back
And it stood alone between two others
And it was whitewashed black
A Fine October Morning by Anonymous
Hi!
I'm Joan, an English grad from Manchester, UK.
I fell in love with nonsense poetry when I read The Owl and the Pussycat by Edward Lear and have been trying to write nonsense myself every since.
This is my little space dedicated to the art of nonsense and poetry and nonsense poetry.
I'll try to share some nonsense every week. One day I might subject you to some of my own.