A Recipe Of Originalty...

I add a little bit of nonsense, That has been finely ground. And a small slice of silliness, Two ingredients to fool around. A large spoonful of suggestion, Is then stirred into the mix. And a heaped hint of innuendo, Naughtily added just for kicks. A very large pinch of cheekiness, Finds a home in my poetry pot. And a dense sprinkle of stupidity, From a poet who's lost the plot. I place it in my poetry oven, With boiled burlesque as its baste. Eventually it slowly rises up, A new poem of baked indifferent taste. Finally my absurdity is finished, I shall now share it straight away. A poem that is never repetitive, One of originality and not cliché.