my sunday poem … # 8
I don’t have a clue as to precisely why I wrote this poem. I feel it may be more of an abstract painting in disguise than an actual poem. Everything serves some purpose. So if it makes you smile even just a little bit … then that must be why I wrote it.
no mere coincidence
once upon a time
there was a man called
bertanovitch noverichenstein
he was a russian jew
who blew
raspberries in his spare time
and who knew
a woman
who swept the kremlin floors
in her sleep
and she liked cats
there was another
his name was
nicholai popolopodopovitch
and he never knew
that russian jew
who blew
raspberries in his spare time
and who knew
a woman
who swept the kremlin floors
in her sleep
which was probably
just as well
because he didn’t
like cats
1951 Club 
Haha… you are so funny. I hope you don’t mind that I did not try to speak the russion names… lol
You are excused, Erika. Have a great week.. 😂😀🎸
Phew 😌
Have a great week too, Kris 😃
It worked. Your crazy verses put a smile on my face. Have a nice one! 🙂
See … I knew there was a reason! All the best. Kris.
I think it’s great!
Hi Robert. You’re very kind. Have a great week ahead.
This made me smile a lot!
Job done then. 😀🐱🎺
That made me chuckle. I especially loved the names…. and cats
Hi. Thanks very much. All the best. Kris.