Here's one from my files. I suppose it's "nonsense".
ONE MORNING IN JUNE
In the dark of the sun
by the light of the moon
in the month of December
one morning in June
a galloping pony
walked by at a trot
and brought me my mittens
because I was hot.
I woke and I slumbered.
With feet on the ground
I noisily floated,
not making a sound,
and then I rose up
like a punctured balloon
as the sun started setting
one morning in June.
I know all the reasons.
I just don't know why.
It's true what I've told you,
right down to each lie.
This happened on Pluto,
on Mercury's moon,
one midnight on Venus,
one morning in June.
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