Reverse Psychology

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Reverse psychology
A day may come when sun may think
Why should I rise today?
And moon would say instead of white if I was pink
What would people on earth do say!

How it would be if we slept in day
And did our chores at the night
Then at sunset we would start to play
And become blind when sun shone bright

If the floor was up & ceiling was down
If the blood was white & milk was brown
What would happen if earth was square?
And nobody ever did care!

How it would be if frog would sing
And the cunning fox was jungle king
If the steel was soft and silk was strong
Then rights things now will surely then go wrong

How it would be if instead of water honey would fall
And if ants were big and elephants were small
Then if any ant would see you, its time to run
Don’t worry much this poem is just for fun

~ Surya
In Nonsense

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