I have been forced into writing instant nonsense poetry.

Having no idea what to write about having had a rather busy weekend and friends stopping I have been forced into writing instant nonsense poetry in order to avoid not writing anything although that would be easier. I am not a great poet but I will do my best...

Mr Crimpy Crumpy Stumpy was a curious man

Who lived in the back of an old Battered Van

With a large wild hedgehog called Uncle Joe

Who having escaped from a nuclear power station . . .  (that’s the Hedgehog)

Had a strange luminous glow.

They ate cheese and crackers from the corner shop

And tin mugs full of tea which Joe would often accidently drop . . .  (well he is a hedgehog)

Singing sea shanties about squid and beasts of the sea.

Swinging from a rope swing, attached to the branch

Of an old oak tree

Then one night Mr Crimpy Crumpy Stumpy got into a spin

Having drank fifteen glasses of homemade Gin

Folk say he was not himself, clearly a little mad

Because in the morning he found he had eaten the hedgehog

Which was not very nice

And considered . . .  ( by some)

Rather bad.

The END