The Answer

Poem about nothing. For a contest. So much fun!

I took a big you-know-what and said out loud to

the lifeless fascination called you-know-who that

thought about the thing which I was thinking and

someone did something in reaction--maybe, I think.

It could have been something else that wasn't a reaction or

it could have been a whole new thingie-ma-bob.

I don't know. Maybe. It's possible

that in some sort of whosie-whats-its that I

am actually the big shebang and,

specifically, I could truly have the

flobbin, the mish-mash shim-sham over all the

flotsam and jetsam in this giant, small,

size-of-an-idea, perplexable, bendable,

novel, original, unmentionable item.

After all, I might have been announced as this

but was in reality just a that, and in the end,

the answer is very simply just

one thing or another.

Reviews

[Lola]

This is utterly brilliant. What a marvelous way of saying absolutely nothing! It flows, somehow, in a whimsically appealing manner. Amazing.

[Jeremy]

Very interesting. This poem reminds me of Dr. Seuss, or Silverstein perhaps. Witty and brilliant at the same time.

[Poeticpiers]

Defintely a whatsit

[None]

Haha! I love it! Very creative way to say nothing at all! This flows really well, and I just love how it ends... a big long list building up and then oh... one thing or another *shrugs* :D
Love it :D