I've been sorting through old stuff at home, and have been reading lots of my old writing. Mainly diaries, which are incredibly painful and cringey to read, but there were also some other things. I particularly liked this poem, reminiscent of Lewis Carroll:
A man got up when he was tired
And ate till he was hungry.
He danced all night while he sat still,
Then flew a plane to Monday.
I got some Dr. Seuss books for Christmas, which probably means I'll soon be in the mood to create more nonsense!