So to you I say “Hujambo”. I saw a film a while ago, Called ‘The Son of Rambow’. My boyfriend thinks it’s gibberish, When I use words he doesn’t know, But I learn it ‘cos it’s Africa, To which I long to go.
We use a lot of gibberish,
In our daily chat. Why do we learn, when we are young, Of the cat upon the mat? Why do we take such interest, In a random bloke called … Matt? Who stars an obscure TV show, About people in a flat?
You’ll find a lot of gibberish,
If you start to look. It takes a lot of words you know, To try and write a book. Some people try to fill them, With ideas on how to cook. Other people tell you all, About a trip they took.
This poem is just gibberish,
A bunch of words that rhyme. I may be the worst poet, That exists in space and time. But I think, a little gibberish, Is useful, like a … mime? To make you laugh, to make you smile, Like tequila, salt and lime.