A Tale: The Upside-down Version

In the small crawl space just past the two kitchen hangars where one pole is north face and in the deep south is the other's that place be called Monkeyland, where fishes hop o'er clouds, and cats and dogs walk hand in hand, doves dive not flocks but crowds, the Crab Fest is a spectacle, a wonder to behold, show ends, then the incredible, the taste test wins the gold, you'll hear tales from a pair of keys (parakeets), perched within an igloo, you'll eat a knifeful of fresh peas and a hole tomato Thanks, Clueless One, for reading me, but, clue you in ... let's see, if I'm held upside right ... first time, my tale be True in rhyme.