There once was a man named Winston.
His eyesocks were one big blurry telescope.
But not once did he mope.
He only fell down a slope.
For his mind was very bright mind indeed.
It soared in the clouds above.
He had to cough about occasionally.
Though his ashtray was never filled.
He was a big young man from liddypool.
Who lived with little old auntie.
Although he fussed about.
He never did cop out.
He was a silly weird kook.
Who made the dumb ones insane.
He even drove them to wonderland.
I wonder if they've come back yet.
Winston thinks nothing of himelf.
He's only a man in his strange world.
If only he knew the peeps he had.
Because then maybe his vision would see.
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This is a nonsense poem with little meaning which is what I wanted to achieve. Because John Lennon's poems are pretty much like this so therefore I wanted to write one myself. So yes I'm aware about the misspells and incorrect shit. That is the point after all.
Sincerely Yours,
Liliana.
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Poetry (2015-2017)
PoetryThis is poetry for the soul from Yours Truly. Volume 1. "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute, we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race." - John Keating aka Robin Williams. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Co...
