Monday, 29 June 2015

More Jelixian Nonsensical Poetry"
Electroencephalography,
Means not a single thing to me.
I use it to impress my friends,
Spelling it from end to end.
And yet I know not what it means,
Something with the brain it seems.
I suppose that I could go and see,
The meaning of electroencephalography.
But that, of course, would be no fun.
For it could be looked up by anyone.
But I've a different predilection:
To make up my own definition.

Electroencephalography,
The study of things beneath the sea.
Electroencephalography,
That little bump below my knee.
Electroencephalography,
What happens when you hug a tree.

Look it up now, if you feel the need,
Anyone can, if they can read.
The real meaning means nothing to me,
The reason is simple, don't you see?
Looking it up just would not be,
Electroencephalography.

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