Nonsense
“I wandered lonely as a cloud” is what the poet said
Just one line of that rotten poem bouncing round my head.
I hummed a song to shake it loose but it just wouldn’t go.
How can I get rid of it? – Someone surely has to know!
They told me I should take a walk to change the way I thought
But stony ground and fashion shoes just made my feet real sore.
I then tried talking to myself, but folk thought I was mad –
A handy thing if you’re my friend – and really not so bad.
‘I wandered lonely as a cloud’ is how the poem goes
So I wandered down the track just following my nose.
Where my feet would finally take me was anybody’s guess.
My direction bone had failed me – go north south east or west?
The little voices in my head wouldn’t tell which way to go
They just talked among themselves – about what I wouldn’t know.
They seemed to have their own ideas and wouldn’t share with me
So I just ambled down the track to see what I could see.
My own small world was where I was, with voices, friends and such
My feet just wandered all around where it didn’t matter much.
I listened quite intently as voices argued in my head
They could not agree on anything, so I watched my feet instead.
At pathway’s end I had to choose which way to send my feet
But feet then had their own ideas. They marched to a different beat!
They’d had enough of this walking thing so called a lightning strike
My voices also got the sulks and all became quite quiet.
So now I had nowhere to go at the crossroads of my walk
My feet refused to take me and my voices wouldn’t talk.
So I made my own decision and turned my head for home
And fast tracked to the library for the rest of that rotten poem.