I’m Going Slightly Mad


I had so much fun writing this poem, even though not a word of it makes any sense. It was just a fun, nonsense write.



(A Nonsense Poem)

Scraped knees tucked
into my chest,
providing a rest for my
eyes peeking at
yellow daffodils as they
in front of me—
oh dear—
last time they
quick-stepped round
my garden
I stood in the midst
and felt the soft flutterings of their
At the time, I was a
banana tree devoid of fruit;
a sorry sight,
sweltering as the outside temperature
rose higher and higher.
The meaning was oh-so clear,
a sign from my commander:
my kettle was boiling over
and I had to rest
because if I didn’t
my boat would crash the rocks
and my cargo of wool would
unravel so fast
I’d never catch it.

I’m going slightly
I feel the eye on the
back of my head
and close,
it’s seen too much,
always looking behind,
no place for an eye to
and it tells me
my kettle is whistling,
why does it chisel my teeth that way?
The rainbow-coloured nurse gives me a
no, ten pills,
they multiply by the day
I guess it’s finally happened:
Am I slightly mad?
But how about you?
I see you check
the light switch
five times
before you leave the room
on your three-wheeled bike.
And there you have it . . .


Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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