ne’er say ‘tis nonsense no more

ne’er say ‘tis nonsense no more

my pen is sealed

the inks congealed

it’ll ne’er writ no more

they took the time

to steel my rime

it’ll ne’er no mist no more

but there it ‘tis

oh gosh gee wiz

ne’er to be no more no more

so there you go

it’ll ne’er make the richter score

or awake the quake of the crust at the baker’s store

one slice short of a loaf

this poetic oaf

should ne’er writ no more

but the fool he is

he ne’er knows that ‘tis

a bore to yo-yo yore

he gods twitterati 

what’s the matter with the Maserati 

it don’t ne’er motor no more

well there ‘tis

there ‘tis there ‘tis 

say porthcawl and off we go