Isn't it delicious to sometimes just talk nonsense |
Ah, if we lived in such a building would about it we enthuse what would its name be I wonder surely "The Druids Mews" It would be made of paper mache chopped up from much old prose light and quick to build with in case dropped on sandalled toes each door and window different to suit each tenant there to range from the sylph like elf to great big furry bears the stairs have inlaid letters and would oft pronounce the word creak so as you walked upon them each one could quickly speak and when no one was climbing the stairs would talk unto the walls Ceilings would remark briefly as they argue with the floors In all this noise and chatter a cacophonyn of sound pen would jump to paper so that new words could be found the sky would rain old vowels as down consonent gutters they flew to the constant low burbling sound of a, e, i, o ,u Sofa's would be made of old verbs cushions of old nouns foot stools made of adverbs and televisions from weird pronouns It would jut out over water though that be rather queer and tenants would take moonlit walks upon the onomatopoeia All religion would be seen there a multi languaged congregation what would their hymn's comprise of why, surely alliteration so if you like the building please come and look around then close the door with care as you leave as the doorknob is sleeping sound |