My bag is full of nonsense

My vanity bag is full of nonsense,
Of silly crab of scribbled pieces
Stemming from my imagination,
Some wiseacres call it hallucination,
I call them poetry, some name them
Jittery, there is no jewellery or lottery,
A plastic comb to set right my
Dishevelled hair, a sticker for my forehead,
Do in Rome as the Romans do
They say, I dare not gainsay,
My quibble craves for some sense,
Some garlic and ginger to pep up
My mood of intense ,
My bag full of nonsense.