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Great sounding nonsense

May 14, 2013

One of the reasons I like performing is because some poems are given life by being spoken.  The sounds the words make, the rhythm of the metre can transcend the sense of the poem.  This is an example that I found myself creating when I was out jogging.  The pounding regularity of feet, heartbeat and breathing provide three rhythm patterns against which I can match the metre of the poem.  Doesn’t really work for heartbeat so much as that’s usually escalating!  After coming up with the first two lines (which I found myself endlessly repeating whilst slogging around the park) the rest emerged nonsensically, probably as an effect of oxygen deprivation 🙂

The chorus lines have a different pattern but when the complimentary patterns emerged then I’ve found myself teaching the first verse (only!) to the kids.  I have written another verse but I found myself trying to put a narrative arc in whilst the origin was purely nonsense, so I stopped.  Enjoy the nonsense, maybe take it for a run or cycle and let me know whether it works for you.

monkey butler



Chunky chunky chips

Chunky chunky chips

get your monkey butler

to bring in all the dips


Salsa, guacamole, sour cream and chive

Blue cheese, Tzatziki, keep me alive.


Slivo slivo vitz

Slivo slivo vitz

tell your monkey butler

we’re gonna get so pissed


Whisky, ginger wine, gin and iced tea

Vodka, alcopops, no sobriety!


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One Comment
  1. Onomatopoeic.


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