A nonsense poem by Rhys Hughes
She was a tremendous bowl of soup with spaghetti in a loop floating on top. I don’t know why this should be but it was. She was the elbow of an aardvark loose in a park in the dark after teatime. I don’t know why this should be but it was. She was many things and nothing and rarely sang when jumping on trampolines but in dreams she wouldn’t stop and the noise was worse than the hopping of amplified fleas but she sustained no damage at all to her knees. I don’t know why this should be but it was. She was the square root of minus one and many buns were fed to the elephants of her equations. I don’t know why this should be but it was. And if you like treacle high up a steeple but can’t stomach custard because of the fuss made in striving to contrive a rhyme in good time please make her acquaintance without any pretence and give my regards when she turns into mustard in the setting sun. She was a rapscallion and dandy with a quaint modus operandi who rode on a stallion named Disco Medallion. I don’t know why this should be but it was. She was a fruitcake lost in a lake and I am a boat with a sail for a coat but I never intend to fish her confectionary wish out of the deeps and send it for keeps to the bakery zoo where you know who lives in a cage in a rage. I don’t know why this should be but it was. She was a clash of logical cymbals festooning the sides of roomy thimbles. I don’t know why this should be but it was. And maybe because I can’t say how or why anything should be and neither can she we are bewildered together in inclement weather and only a feather floats between scenes. She was the last verse of this poem folded neatly and kept in a jeroboam. I think I know why this should be but it wasn’t.
Rhys Hughes has lived in many countries. He graduated as an engineer but currently works as a tutor of mathematics. Since his first book was published in 1995 he has had fifty other books published and his work has been translated into ten languages.
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