Isisbridge's articles with the keyword: nonsense

They must not a wrong foot put, or they will end up in the soot. Scientists reckon the thinking part of the brain is suppressed during dreaming. So how come I can write poetry in my sleep? I was dreaming that I'd taken a photo of workmen trudging down a wintry street, where the last remnants of snow had somehow changed to piles of soot, and it was whilst trying to think of a rhyming caption that I came up with the above gem, which is certainly more ingenious than anything my waking m…