Why Pigs Fly

April 22
Today’s NaPoWriMo prompt: “…to take one of the following statements of something impossible, and then write a poem in which the impossible thing happens…”
The sun can’t rise in the west.
A circle can’t have corners.
Pigs can’t fly.
The clock can’t strike thirteen.
The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.
A mouse can’t eat an elephant. 

Pigs can’t fly.

There once was a pig who could fly.
Right through the sky he would go.
This pig flew by ground
right into our town
and not once did he stub his toe;
it wasn’t quite right
to take off in flight —
the runways were always too low.
 
The clock can’t strike thirteen.

Swiss clockmakers’ clocks strike thirteen
at midnight in digital dreams.

The stars cannot rearrange themselves in the sky.

Nowanights, lost stars
twinkle north, south, east, AND west
thanks to GPS.

 

Written by Elizabeth Boquet, April 2018

7 thoughts on “Why Pigs Fly

    1. Thank you! I DID struggle with attempts at serious solutions/answers/poems — so I jumped ship and decided to have a nice swim. Add the constraints of a limerick, senryu and two-liner helped narrow the possibilies … of the impossibilites. Good luck, and good writing!

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