Imagination Land

Sitting backwards in a corner of my circle

Wearing my Saturday best

I watched as the stars rearranged themselves in the sky

To greet the sun rising in the west

So awestruck was I

I barely ducked a herd of pigs flying by

One of them wearing a polka dot vest

Laughing at me in jest

I turned my back on time as it faced me

The clock striking thirteen in protest

The circle I was in was becoming a square

As a mouse was put to the test

To eat an elephant for lunch

Feeling stressed at his first munch

I was glad I was just a guest

In this imaginary backwards land of reverse

And now I’m choosing to end this verse

Nonsense Rhyme

NaPoWriMo 2018 Day 22

Prompt: Today, I’d like you to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens:

The sun can’t rise in the west.

A circle can’t have corners.

Pigs can’t fly.

The clock can’t strike thirteen.

The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.

A mouse can’t eat an elephant.