Very few people know about this book by John Lennon. It is weirdly hilarious with bizarre poetry that almost makes sense. My brother and I read this book over and over again when we were kids -- I think everyone should read it. It's probably no more than 70 pages.

Here is one poem from it, by John Lennon

I Sat Belonely

I sat belonely down a tree,
humbled fat and small.
A little lady sing to me
I couldn’t see at all.

I’m looking up and at the sky,
to find such wonderous voice.
Puzzly, puzzle, wonder why,
I hear but I have no choice.

‘Speak up, come forth, you ravel me’,
I potty menthol shout.
‘I know you hiddy by this tree’.
But still she won’t come out.

Such sofly singing lulled me sleep,
an hour or two or so
I wakeny slow and took a peep
and still no lady show.

Then suddy on a little twig
I thought I see a sight,
A tiny little tiny pig,
that sing with all it’s might

‘I thought you were a lady’,
I giggle,-well I may,
To my surprise the lady,
got up-and flew away.

– John Lennon