Logic was a wayward traveler in the distant land
Of the Absurd. Beautiful sights he beheld indeed,
And joyfully, just like a dumb child, he roamed.
The moon was reading in a big bulbous voice
Verses that rhymed from a giant old tome.
“Silence!” declared the sun, and knocked the moon
On his head with a gavel, striking him quite dumb.
All the stars were naked nymphs who had been
Very much enjoying the moon’s reading,
And when the sun arrived in all of his disparagement,
They tittered shamefully out of view into the distance.
Blue sky blue, of such a hew, that Logic could not quite
Believe it. So blue it was, that little fish could swim in it.
And they did indeed, though Logic could not believe it.
The birds began to sing—backwards they sang.
They sang backwards and side to side, up and down
And diagonally, though never forwards—oddly.
It sounded very much like children banging sticks
On tin pans. And when Logic saw children, he was surprised
That they were riding on what appeared to be donkeys,
Only these donkeys were grown-up people—they were serving
The children as donkeys and didn’t seem to know it!
Logic tried to talk to these adults but all they could say was
“Neigh! Neigh!” The children seemed happy, anyways.
Suddenly it occurred to Logic, he had no idea as to why he
Was here. Was it a dream? And then he had the thought:
“But what in the world is going on? Logic is just an idea,
Not a human being like me. This is all very absurd, indeed!”
And that is when the poet stopped his writing.
The game was up. Logic became the world again,
And the poet’s mind went back to being an absurdity.
