Henry David Thoreau
A Poem of Nonsense
By Atomic HistorianPublished 3 years ago • Updated 3 years ago • 1 min read
Photo credit: Henry David Thoreau, Wikipedia
Henry David Thoreau
Throws thrones like little stones
Where they go
No one knows
It flies like a bird
Into the nose
Of all the Fabios
Oh, the moans and groans
Of the toned deaf scones
Hiding in their homes
Everyone bemoaned
No one owns anything
Not even our bones
Too busy living to phone
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