Saturday, September 3, 2011

Ned the Man Who Knows Not Silence

I know a fellow, Ned's his name.
He's just a little less than tame;
He's louder than a hurricane
One wonders, "Is he really sane?"

He blurts out things like vomit flying,
Hollers loud like monkeys crying.
When the silence comes, it's true,
The moment's done, already through.

Then the sounds again resound
And ringings ring and then rebound,
Shouts and whampums held up high;
Triumphantly he gives his cry!

5 comments:

John said...

WHAT?

W.B. Picklesworth said...

It's a poem about this guy, a teenager, who is loud.

John said...

Sorry still can't hear you?

John said...

Some guy is talking too loud

W.B. Picklesworth said...

Oh for the love of Ned. ;-) Little slow on the uptake.