Hogwash
Twas a fine October morning,
one September, last July!
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
the mud shone in the sky!
The flowers sang so sweetly,
the birds were in full bloom!
As I hurried down the cellar steps,
to sweep the upstairs room!
The time was Tuesday morning,
on Wednesday, just at night!
I saw ten-thousand miles away,
a house, just out of sight!
Its doors projected backwards.
The front was at the back!
It stood alone, between two more,
and it was whitewashed black!
Amen
I didn't write this, author unknown!
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