A nonsensical poem from Land of Rhyme

If I were Awake

If I were awake, I would fall asleep

If I were asleep, I would dream.

And if I dreamt I’d dream of a place

Of likes not heretofore seen. 

I’d dream of a ship out on a sea

A sea that had never been.

And in that sea would be a fish

Unknown to the kin of men.

I’d say to the fish I saw in the sea

From my ship that did not exist.

“O please, please fish prepare me a dish

Whatever that may suit your whim”

“Why my good man”, the fish would reply,

“With what recompense can you tempt me?”

“Well I have this new tie and a fly buzzing by

And this shoe which is more than half empty.”

“My-my, my good man that will do grand

Just lay them all here on my fin.

For you are in luck, I’ll cook something up

Now tell me bout where you have been.”

“Well, I was awake but now I’m asleep

And you are but part of my dream.

I come from a place far, far cross a lake

Where everyone looks quite like me.”

“O dear, what a tale that you tell me now

Of a place that cannot exist.

But enough of that now it’s time for some chow

Do you like your porridge like this?”

“Porridge indeed it looks like dry cheese

Is this what you eat in the sea?”

“But of course my good man, just taste it it’s grand”

So I did and it was good indeed.

Then I awoke and quite nearly choked

The fish? He was nowhere around

While still dazed from my slumber, the sea went asunder.

Alas, it may never be found.

Copyright Ray Turner 2013