PS Cottier

Nothing continued to happen
until Nothing yawned
and wrapped himself
in a thick blank shawl
of mere nothingness.
An Emperor of Nothing,
the Prince of Nomark,
he went on simply not being
Nothing very much at all.

P.S. Cottier

As my energy levels are low (although not quite down to nothing) at the moment I thought I might post this wee poem about nothing very much at all.  You know it makes nonsense.

Some more sensible poets are still posting substantial things.  Why not have a look?