The Topsy-TurvyTeop
I want to write a meop today
Or do I need a game to play?
Perhaps some ssehc or gammon-back
Or was it?…WHAT did you just say?
Should I read a story cook?
Or cook a dish of sauteed-book?
O, what strange and flustered rhyme!
How RUDE that you just gave that look!
My shirt won’t fit upon my legs
I’m having trouble laying eggs
My pet cat just flew away
My oars are slipping from their pegs.
O Topsie Turvets, show me how
To get milk from my green cow
That’s standing in the living room
With rooster, sheep, and purple sow
Or is it Goblin, Troll, and Gnome
That make their beds in my new home?
I found dead Brownies in my tub
They died in soapy foamy-foam.
Stevrut Eispot is my name
The things I see don’t look the same
Sideup-Down or syawedis
Where I went, or when I came?
I can’t take this so more much
I need the fairies healie-touch
Topsie Turvets, with your insight
I’ll write more words, and such, and such….
So fill my brain and clear my thought
With the Oracle that you brought
With faeries’ wisdom I’ll become
Imaginative and less distraught!
Let’s hope tomorrow’s not today
And from my mind I’ve cleared the hay
But Spotsie Truvets, don’t go far
For poets often lose their way.
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Theo van Joolen©2010
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Selected as a Froudian Poem of the Month on The World of Froud. April 2010.