The Nonsense Museum Poem by Sheena Blackhall

See a cigarette that has a filter,
On each end, for help kicking the habit
Rounded scissors for much faster haircuts
A nose picker, (each bogie, twill grab it)

There's eye-glasses with eyeballs inside
A suitcase for nudists, see-through
A kettle- its handle arcs over its spout
A hat with a lid is on view

And sometimes events are provided
Like a 24-hour race for snails
And a festival championing scarecrows
And other queer things off the rails!

See a soup plate, a plug in its bottom
To drain food, when too much to digest
A collection of button holes, (famous)
Plus one from Napoleon's vest

There's a travel case made of spaghetti
A tricycle just made for twins
A miniscule raft to save flies stuck in soup,
Forks with mirrors for fish bones and fins

There's short flight of stairs leading nowhere
And keyhole-shaped glasses for spies,
Crockery for the divorced, split in half
Sleeping bags for when bats close their eyes

Oh absurdity's needed to lighten
The load of this wearisome life
With businesses toppling like ninepins
When a nasty wee virus is rife!