This is a poem about nothing,
’cause nothing is what’s in my head,
I really wanted to write something,
but my brainwaves all seem to be dead.
The empty is rattling loudly,
the dust bunnies dancing around,
it’s making the Nullarbour Desert,
look like flourishing ground.
But I shan’t be dissuaded,
from making a blog post today,
so I’ll just write about nothing,
in my own unique silly way.
© ceenoa
Nothing yet nice! 🙂
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Thanks. Sometimes nonsense is needed to make the day sensible.
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Indeed it is!
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Even though you have nothing to write, the nothing you wrote is quite brilliant in it’s nothingness.
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Ah, your words supporting my nothing is like nothing I have heard before. Much appreciated 🙂
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You’re welcome. It was nothing. 😉
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Nothing to say about nothing, except that its easy to understand!
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haha – that it is.
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Very nice! 🙂
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Thanks Kat.
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And you did a mighty fine job doing it. 😀
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Thanks Hugh, I’m pretty good on doing nothing 😉
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Clever and cute!
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Aw, thanks a bunch.
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I love silly! Happy New Year Claudette 🙂
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Found you! I think I might just have followed your business blog by mistake when obviously it’s this one I need to be in step with. I like this, it’s very good, if this is a snapshot of what’s in store I’m going to like it here. As a one time cricket fan who’d have thought! 🙂
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Welcome Phil – just getting it out there – I hate cricket, and football and just about every sport going – phew, ok, welcome 🙂 I do like nonsense, and you can find lots of it here.
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