Pure Nonsense

You know when you comment on someone’s blog, there’s that window where you type in a word verification? Mostly they’re not “real” English words, but they are fascinating little constructions. So I decided to try my hand at a nonsense poem, using word-verification phrases I’ve come across at fellow bloggers’ sites recently. I’ve had fun thinking about which words sound most like nouns, which verbs, etc., what they possibly could mean, and how they might play together. Here’s what emerged:

THE VIATAINE SHIPTI

Down on the queburn,
where the trowshe often nest,
ablizing from the buctu,
a migratory guest:
a viataine shipti,
grand, fannedly trath,
prooting before me,
feathers wafting on the path.

It gazed at me aloofaced,
and paused its dectine show,
then from its plorm, a mournful song,
“Lubrifie sernagro!”
“Lubrifie sernagro!”

Was it lost in the fasbati?
Had it strayed too far from home?
Was it searching for its bednerst
but had found itself alone?

I may never know the answer,
for with a snest — ’twas gone!

Golessing through the fogym,
a bromi mystery.
If you visit, look and listen for
the viataine shipti.

“Lubrifie sernagro!”
“Lubrifie sernagro!”

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Happy Poetry Friday. Today’s roundup is at Family Bookshelf. Enjoy!