A poem about nothing 

A poem about nothing

The following is a poem I wrote for Kenny's birthday.
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Nonsense
An experiment in wordplay



I went down to a green-house.

Meanwhile, a gray mouse infiltrated my brick house.

They say home is where the heart is,

But in my home there the hearth is.

Realizing this I wondered if anything is really real?

Like the reel of a fishing rod or really

Not real,

Like the dream where you dream that you are watching a gray mouse

Eating cheese, but really the mouse is dreaming that

It is eating cheese and that you are watching it.

And the mice live at their brick house

Dreaming that they had a stone hearth,

Which they could make a fire on cold, old nights,

And make their house warm as a green-house.