If everything were opposite,
I would laugh a bit.
Or actually more than I’d admit,
It would be a serious hit!
There’d be foods containing a can,
And jogs going for a man,
I’m already a huge fan.
I probably wouldn’t laugh a lot,
But definitely more than a robot.
Don’t get me wrong they laugh if taught,
But I’d laugh louder than a gunshot.
There’d be balls chasing dogs,
And leaves holding logs,
Oh please put that on catalogues.
True, it’s fun and very bizarre,
Perhaps even better than having a car.
Soon as popular as Café Noir,
It’ll shine much brighter than the North Star.
There’d be babies feeding grownups,
And perhaps we'd bake cakecups,
They’d be much cuter than small pups.
All of this would make me giggle,
Oh yes you’re right my abs would wiggle.
It’d make me feel like after a good ol’ Tickle,
I’d pay a lot just take my nickel.
All the bad things would be good,
And only white guys would be in the hood,
Yes I’d be lit like firewood.
No let’s be serious this isn’t fun,
It’s not even close to a home run.
Some would move away with a loved one,
Until this madness is undone.
The fun blew up like bombs of nuclear,
Picture handcuffs wearing
prisoners,
And unicorns turning sinister.
That was a very creative idea that expanded over many fields. Awesome.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of turning backwardsness into the whole explicit theme and trope of the poem - good fun. The thing you did in one spot with cupcake becoming cakecup is actually a feature known as a spoonerism, so named after a vicar who always anticipated himself and turned phrases arse-backwards. Some of his better ones include the "half-warmed fish" (half-formed wish) and "Is the Bean dizzy?"
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