The Plmonskwaq awoke, and she was angry:
As you would be too, with a name like hers.
But the Plmonskwaq sneezed and found that she
Was a Plaqskwmon. Which is even worse.
She frenzied and furied and jumbled about
To a Smonwplaqk, and she ran amok.
And this is why you should never get out
Of the wrong side of bed with a Plmonskwaq.
A little light nonsense poetry for a Saturday morning. Stops you feeling quite so old. I’ve been a big fan of nonsense most of my life – Python, Spike Milligan, Edward Lear, and so on. I think after the fuss and seriousness of a UK General Election a spot of silliness is always welcome.