Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Nonsense Poem

"...The sequins are still blue..."

Nonsense Rhyme
(or/ Dementia Creeps In)

Blue sequins
On the floor
Counting pennies
Like before
Someone knocking
At the door
Seeking answers
They implore

Day one
Is now day two
I cannot
Find my shoe
What am
I to do
The sequins
Are still blue

Time passes
Lives change
Memories
Rearrange
Everything
Seems strange
Counting pennies
For change

Silly verse
Crazy rhyme
Makes sense
In time
Pennies now
Are a dime
The sequins
Are still mine






Article © Ann Christine Tabaka. All rights reserved.
Published in the June 4, 2018 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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