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Everlasting twaddle,
Everlasting twat.
Everlasting wobble,
Everlasting this and that.
Everlasting gobstopper?
Surely that’s a piece of clay.
Everlasting tedium?
Now that’s a groundhog day.
Twaddle, twat, wobble, that,
A list of words you think.
Perhaps they are an anagram?
Or another crossword link.
Think on it and
Think on it
Think all day and night.
When the sun does rise, it’ll dawn on you,
And give your brain a fright.
And so the poem, repeats itself.
It just goes on and on.
I knew the bloke what wrote it.
I know he’s too far gone.
Please don’t read it to the end,
Or it will send you round the bend.
Everlasting twaddle,
Everlasting twat.
Everlasting wobble,
Everlasting this and that.
Everlasting gobstopper?
Surely that’s a piece of clay.
Everlasting tedium?
Now that’s a groundhog day.
Twaddle, twat, wobble, that,
A list of words you think.
Perhaps they are an anagram?
Or another crossword link.
Think on it and
Think on it
Think all day and night.
When the sun does rise, it’ll dawn on you,
And give your brain a fright.
And so the poem, repeats itself.
It just goes on and on.
I knew the bloke what wrote it.
I know he’s too far gone.
Everlasting twaddle,
Everlasting twat.
Everlasting wobble,
Everlasting this and that.
Everlasting gobstopper?
Surely that’s a piece of clay.
Everlasting tedium?
Now that’s a groundhog day.
Twaddle, twat, wobble, that,
A list of words you think.
Perhaps they are an anagram?
Or another crossword link.
Think on it and
Think on it
Think all day and night.
When the sun does rise, it’ll dawn on you,
And give your brain a fright.
And so the poem, repeats itself.
It just goes on and on.
I knew the bloke what wrote it.
I know he’s too far gone.
Everlasting twaddle,
Everlasting twat.
Everlasting wobble,
Everlasting this and that.
Everlasting gobstopper?
Surely that’s a piece of clay.
Everlasting tedium?
Now that’s a groundhog day.
Twaddle, twat, wobble, that,
A list of words you think.
Perhaps they are an anagram?
Or another crossword link.
Think on it and
Think on it
Think all day and night.
When the sun does rise, it’ll dawn on you,
And give your brain a fright.
And if you read it to the end,
Then you, like me, are round the bend,
And so the poem, repeats itself.
It just goes on and on.
I knew the bloke what wrote it.
I know he’s too far gone…………………………………………..
and on, and on, and on……………………………………………
©joseph r mason 2020
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