A No-No Nse-Nse
by Bā-Bē
There once was a zany bloke in a long harlequin cloak
Whose only gist he daily spoke was a jesting gibberish joke
One morn while rhapsodizing utterly
In sounds so barmy sweet and butterly
That cuckoos swarmed round him flutterly
Leaving him thereafter quite stutterly
From this avian absurdity he never awoke
And the next day went up in a harlequin puff of smoke.
A Ba-Ba-Babble-ing
(translated by HyC)