In a land of whimsy the verbs they did prance,
Conjugating merrily in a wild dance.
The past, present, and future entwined,
Creating chaos in the grammar of their mind.
Irregulars and regulars all in a mix,
Twisting and turning linguistic tricks.
Subject and object in a tangled orgy,
Their journey through time as erratic as can be.
In the end, agreement was reached on their fate,
As the verbs settled down in their conjugate state.
Verbs by Joan Bowes
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.