I sometimes find Spike Milligan's poetry mildly amusing and enjoy the wordplay. I quite liked some of the poems at the start of this book. For example
Rain
There are holes in the sky
Where the rain gets in,
But they're ever so small
That's why rain is thin.
However, I didn't enjoy the latter parts of the book so much. I guess it's Milligan's style, but really it just seems like a lot of made up nonsense words. I can understand why they'd be fun, but I'd rather make up my own and share them with my family than read someone else's published in a book. Maybe I'm just in a grumpy mood today!
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