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What If

They say roses are red.
An then they say violets are blue.
But what if orange was brown?
Would we still have any clue?
What if green was pink.
An what if black was white.
Any of this make any sense, what do you think?

My brain gets twisted an lost in a daze.
I'm sane yet whisper'n at a cost of a maze.
All these what ifs an could be's.
Blah blah blah pfff an wee wees.
People tend to think about strange stuff at times.
Feeseable with a drink when deranged an outta ya minds.

What if a dog was called a cat?
Would dr seuss of still included the hat?
In his book green eggs an ham.
For sam nor I am.
What if a rainbow was really meant to be called a turd?
Would poopy still be used as a word?

These what ifs are making me crazy.
Twisting my brain an trying to phaze me.
Let me have a moment of peace.
Maybe it would help all this confusion to cease?

Back to the rat a tat tat.
What if, never thought about that?

Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2009 10:31 PM CST