Stuff and Nonsense - Poem 24

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Another poem based on the fun prompts from Bud the Teacher's site. This one was especially silly. 


"Stuff and Nonsense"

Come along with me,
my friends, and
We shall sup a cup of tea

Tea is the drink of choice,
You see, when
We discuss frivolity

Poppycock and balderdash
With a heaping side
Of blue who hash

When your cup of tea is done
Declare, “clean cup!” and
Move down one.

May stuff and nonsense fill your day
There really is no better way.

Or so the young ones seem to say,
So settle in all day and play.

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