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.
Which one to choose? Oh, let’s just do the lot!
A silly young god one time messed
With orbits of things; what a pest!
Astro-illogical fun —
By the time he was done
The sunrise was now in the west.
Little Jack Horner
Wanted a corner
In which he could be sat;
He flattened his circle,
And that made it workle —
A corner is now where he’s at!
When hearing that porkers can’t fly
A brave little piglet asked, ‘Why?’
Jumped off cliff, flew through air,
Said, ‘See, why have a care?’
But he will find out, bye and bye*
*Bye-bye, in fact; sad to re-veal when he parked he was porked and is bacon.
A clock has mechanics to strike up to twelve
Unless one in digital wishes to delve,
And to strike each hour away,
Programmed in, a thirteen-strike one can unshelve.
An astronomer is used to seeing stars,
But when frequenting far too many bars,
Says, ‘Look, they have all changed;
They themshelves have r-rearranged,
There’sh two of every shtar, and shree of Mars!
A mouse can’t eat an elephant, they say?
But yes, there is most certainly a way:
Mouse consumes it in small bites,
Over many days and nights —
Just needs in a gigantic fridge to stay.