Hello Mr Robinson.
Hello Mr Cutler
have a cup of tea
then
we’ll look at Mrs Robinson
who’s lying dead
next door.
(the next day)
Hello Mrs Robinson.
Hello Mr Cutler
have a cup of tea —
sorry about yesterday.
Irk by Ivor Cutler
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.