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.
Leonas Lines--Poetry Plus 