If the mad ones were the sane ones,
And the sane ones were the mad,
If the bad ones were the good ones,
Then the good ones had been had,
If the sad ones were really happy,
And the cheerful miserable,
Perhaps the fat are really thin,
And the thin are full of bull,
If the tall were short and stubby,
Then a spouse could be a hubby,
What if sons were really daughters,
CEO’s were letter sorters,
Airline pilots might be doctors,
And doctors might be nurses,
What if knives were actually forks,
And cool dudes were really dorks,
Lions could be tigers,
Nah that is impossible,
Time to stop this stupid poem,
As its getting rather dull.
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