Personally, I delight in nonsense poems:
THE MUDDLE
O tnuligeld mordigog thine hast been,
As tar-rolled watermelon truffles kill cows at a hundred paces,
And are but as fine French cheeses are to yet finer French cheeses.
For in the horrible stupor we call “Kentucky Fried Chicken”
Between the buttercups lie several two-stringed mandolins
And to think that I wrote it myself!