Nonsense Poetry

A nonsense poem by Zeynap inspired by our visit to Jesus College's "Sculpture in the Close" exhibit.

Crime Scene 

A fire truck in a crime scene

There is a bee in between

Buzz buzz buzzing

It's a cold spring

People come and see

And say there is a degree to being carefree

The stinky smell is in the air

Oh yeah! There comes the bear

The criminal crimatorous comes and goes

Bows to blow his nose

And wishes a lifetime of wrong

His tail is really strong

Iskambis is a detective

His perspective is really corrective

Karpitus just wants this to end

Then recommend his friend a girlfriend.

"The Bigger the Searchlight the Larger the Circumference of the Unknown," by Harland Miller, currently on display at Jesus College.

Photo credit: http://www.strovergallery.co.uk

Kaleidoscope

There’s a place out there that my soul only knows.

Filled with warmth as the shining dust blows.

You may not know, but the vegetation’s a 100 feet tall.

It does not stop there, listen, I will tell you all.

But don’t just listen, spin your head!

Take a tour around this kaleidoscope

And see if you can cope.

If you snap a running bubble, go ahead!

Go ahead and try – see if you can trap it.

Once you do, shall you dare to wrap around you.

Up, up, up and away we lit.

Oh, look out! There’s a flock behind you!

A flock of ruthless flames burning down our shelter.

And down we go, oh yes, we does.

Eyes wide open, no more than a dreamer.

Forgiveness, I beg, as this place has come to a pause.

- Zahra (Major course)

The Toy Shop

The magical toy shop of Mister Mizuxe
Is the place where I find my favorite gazooks
Like the fire-bursting red paper plane
With painted letters: “The Flying Flazame.”
Or the morphing ball of gooey Gleblu?
Or the crazy jump rope colored a strange blue?
In the corner remains the musical Jukelox—
It cannot be turned off— that loud sound box!
The piles of battling board games and majestic mazes,
The piles, the piles— I’ll be here for ages!
Have you played the Werradith? The Wordoid?
Or with the rubber swords, the Voozoids?
I love the glow-in-the-dark train called the Glaretram,
Oh! And the yo-yos that go whip and wham!

- Winter (Major course)