Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast


   22 prompt for today is:

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,
Four-and-twenty-hour day,
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.

I have just gained access to pictures on my new phone after many months of trying, There will now probably be a random number of past shots thrown into posts.   This was during Elder Daughter’s visit when grandkids appear to be fleeing from the Nelson Mandela monument.

 

 

 

 

© April 2018 Colonialist

About colonialist

Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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18 Responses to Six Impossible Things Before Breakfast

  1. libraschild says:

    where is that monument? i want to go see it in person… i am debating if a mouse can eat an elephant given enough time

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    • colonialist says:

      The monument is an amazing sight. Near Howick, in the Natal Midlands, and as soon as one gets to the right spot a seemingly random collection of poles suddenly form that image.
      Maybe the mouse would need some extra longevity!

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  2. Wow! You certainly ran with that

    Like

  3. Stephanie Haahjem says:

    One word- BRILLIANT!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. Desdi says:

    Bravo!
    Well done.
    Impossible for me =
    follow Na/GloPoWriMo prompts

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  5. Widdershins says:

    Brilliant! One and all! 😀

    Liked by 2 people

  6. disperser says:

    Nice. Clever. And good that you have access to your photos.

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  7. Calmgrove says:

    Hahahahaha very good 😁

    “My grandfather’s clock was too tall for the shelf
    So it stood at the top of the stairs.
    At the height of its powers it struck all the hours,
    Seemed the answer to all of our prayers.
    Till the day that he died when it went for a ride
    While the mourners were standing around;
    Then it fell — crash! — down all the steps,
    Struck thirteen, knocked them all to the ground. “

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  8. gipsika says:

    Pigs might fly LOL 🙂
    Well done for tackling them ALL!

    Liked by 2 people

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