The upside down custard tart happened
First one I made I pricked the pastry!
The sort that wouldn't go away.
No matter what was coming my way,,
It was a funny sort of day.
A topsy-turvy type of day,
My upside down cake.
Wasn't upside down,
Until turning it around.
As for my custard tart,
It was the saddest blow.
The pastry was on top,
With custard down below.
It was raining upside down,
Not a single drop of water.
Tried to reach the ground,
Was that worryingly, Because.
The clouds were upside down?
Even waking in the morning,
My legs they felt like lead.
With feet upon the pillow,
My head it was a resting,
On the other end of the bed.
Even washing in the morning,
The water entering the plughole.
Travelled the wrong way round.
Wondered if the rivers,
Were travelling up instead of down.
I couldn't drink my cup of coffee,
Being in a upside down sort of cup.
Even though carefully I tried to sup,
Then the strangest thing happened,
Of this day I finally woke up.
Getting up blurry eyed,
Heading towards the door.
I noticed something very strange,
Door handle at the bottom;
The ceiling was upon the floor.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
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Written on 2022-08-23 at 11:45
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First one I made I pricked the pastry!
EERIE
I've had a funny sort of day,The sort that wouldn't go away.
No matter what was coming my way,,
It was a funny sort of day.
A topsy-turvy type of day,
My upside down cake.
Wasn't upside down,
Until turning it around.
As for my custard tart,
It was the saddest blow.
The pastry was on top,
With custard down below.
It was raining upside down,
Not a single drop of water.
Tried to reach the ground,
Was that worryingly, Because.
The clouds were upside down?
Even waking in the morning,
My legs they felt like lead.
With feet upon the pillow,
My head it was a resting,
On the other end of the bed.
Even washing in the morning,
The water entering the plughole.
Travelled the wrong way round.
Wondered if the rivers,
Were travelling up instead of down.
I couldn't drink my cup of coffee,
Being in a upside down sort of cup.
Even though carefully I tried to sup,
Then the strangest thing happened,
Of this day I finally woke up.
Getting up blurry eyed,
Heading towards the door.
I noticed something very strange,
Door handle at the bottom;
The ceiling was upon the floor.
Poetry by Alan J Ripley
Read 91 times
Written on 2022-08-23 at 11:45
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