WHEN ALL TURNS OUT TO BE FOR AUGHT, a nonsense poem by Bobby Goosey

 

 Bobby Lee Goosey

After the Jupiter Pluvius Flood, When All Turns Out To Be For Aught

All for naught, it’s all for naught,

Not aught, but naught, is it not?

For Jupiter Pluvius washes away

The all that’s for aught or for naught.

 

If all that we’ve got is the all for naught,

Then what’s it all for, not for naught?

If Jupiter Pluvius washes away

The all that’s for aught or for naught.

 

But some day we’ll see

That the all is for aught,

That the all is for aught and not naught,

When Jupiter Pluvius washes away

The all of the naught and the rot;

 

When Jupiter Pluvius washes away

What we thought was worthy of aught,

We’ll all eat loquat

And we’ll eschew the fraught,

And we’ll sail on our yacht,

Under bright shining All That’s For Aught.

[excerpted from the book by U.R. Bowie, Here We Be. Where Be We?]