Imagine, said the porcupine if buffalos could fly,
If ocelots would only dine on elderberry pie,
If silverbacks played paddy whack en route to Timbuktu
And cattle all sang Figaro instead of saying moo.
I do not think, the eel replied, those things will ever be.
Imagine if the oysters at the bottom of the sea
Served crumpets to the octopi one rainy day in May
While fishes all played hopscotch and the lobsters played croquet.
The chicken said that things like that don’t happen anymore.
Imagine if the human race could put an end to war
And feed their young and tell the truth so they could be believed.
They shook their heads and all agreed this couldn’t be achieved.
© 2014 Glenn Meisenheimer