We lived in the tower fishing pike,
until one day Bella sat on a spike.
He got quite mad and went away,
after that Charo nor I wanted to stay.
So we went to the closest Railway station,
and gave the salesperson our salutation.
We asked when the train from Japan,
could take us to Norway to eat some jam.
The nice lady who sold us some tickets,
said train fifty six would be the quickest.
Me and Charo stepped on board and took a seat.
As we felt quite hungry we grilled cheese with his heat.
The trip took at least a day,
and did only a few nickles for us pay.
When we finaly stopped in beautiful Oslo,
we were greated by bear, quite stinky... name; Boslow.
He took us out camping in town,
said if wee looked we could find the kings crown.
Alas we were in no need of crowns,
as one knows they are cursed by clowns.
Some time had gone...maybe a week,
when I started feeling a bit weak.
Charo told me it was time for propper dinner,
for I would not get propper sustanence from paint thinner.
I guess as always, he was right,
so I jumped on back and we went into flight.
In the skyes we grabbed a Ghost,
decided to put him on our toast.
With some pickles and some jam,
the bread tasted just like ham.
After such a delightful snack,
I decided to sleep...my sight went black.
Author notes
Be sure to read "The very true and in all account not fictious story by me, Dr Hubembager PhD in Nonsense" if you want to understand this poem...not that it makes sense anyhow
