Another Well Engineered, Nonsense Poem Poem by Paul Laughton

See the crying of the poet,
I think he's angry at the rowett.

He finds it hard to see the engineer,
Overshadowed by the small leap year.

Who is that lying near the physics?
I think she'd like to eat the astrophysics.

She is but a liberal cretin,
Admired as she sits upon a keeton.

Her sick car is just an absurd,
It needs no gas, it runs on heard.

She's not alone she brings a faker,
a pet anteater, and lots of slaymaker.

The anteater likes to chase a liar,
Especially one that's in the rewire.

The poet shudders at the fat sausage
He want to leave but she wants the boskage.