Gibberish Challenge

In an odd moment I found 

myself in a rhyme zone

Words flowed without rhyme or reason

Sometimes for a cause

Cutlets and tomato sauce.

Tea in a cup and saucer

From the wand of the sorcerer.

Writer turned baker

Baked bread

That could be eaten along

With writings that could be read.

It is good to keep the bread handy

When your life gets into a jam. 

What meaning of life, a conundrum?

The answer elusive, leaves me glum. 

I cook my thoughts, 

I make a pudding

Proof is in the reading.

I turn the pages of life

Although differently numbered

They all read the same. 

On the eve of the new year

I write this gibberish

Precursor to the future. 

The hands of the clock

Complete many revolutions

My life, I lack any resolution. 

Confined to the home

Writing skill, I honed

Now words come out six-pack toned.

Wordsmith strikes the keys

Words like sparks fly

Fire in him blazed

Only the ashes remain. 

Forensics team collected the ashes

Tested and analysed

No evidence of the writer. 

Sherlocked in the home

Chewed the words byte by byte

In defeat, he said “not elementary my dear!”

As long as thoughts come

The gibberish will continue

It is not yet time for a full stop.