A mouse in my house
And there’s never just one
Leaves all his tell-tale signs
Seldom he shows himself
Just what he’s done
A boasting of cunning sublime
A pile of nesting
Tells me she’s cresting
Soon more will cause me to pout
And the soft, cuddly elephant
That sat in the corner
Now is gutted from the inside out
My offering at Glo/napowrimo.net day 22. Today, I’d like you to 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.
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