I'm going to write some nonsense,

That might not be very clear.

This is going to be a lot of nonsense,

So you better listen here.

Some seashells on a seashore simmered on the sand,

Wishing they could eat samosas, if they only had some hands.

A ghost went to a roast, a barbecue with his friends. 

But when he got there, he noticed with a start,

That all his ghost friends were indeed made out of tree bark.

So now you know what I can do,

Even if my brains are now askew.

Now, if you would kindly excuse me,

I am going to go write something new.