DAY 2- POEM OF LIES: BEWITCH ME!

a poem that tells a lie. I think you could have a poem that’s all lies (that could be very funny — full of things like “the sun is the size of a nickel”) or a poem that steadily builds to telling one big whopper.

As I stroll in the Street

I had an encounter with the red witch

Her eyes were dark blue

She hummed the rhyme ‘eyes are blue’

I asked her name

She replied ‘no-name’

I asked from where she came?

She told a ‘flying plane’

I was flabbergasted

She growled and howled

And displayed her colorful teeth

I was observant and alert

While she was ready to plunge

I ran and I panted

But she was not deterred or daunted

Everything seemed so haunted

Suddenly, in front of me

A UFO landed

Oh God! I was stranded

The gates of UFO collapsed

A coven of witches emerged

I stood still, gaping in horror

They raised a furor

Over who would be lucky enough

To devour me!

And along came a huge ant

Singing merrily a soothing chant

While the witches roared

The ant crawled dragging a maul

Witches were bewildered

In the commotion I was thrilled

Ant spoke to the Witches

In a language alien to me

Soon the witches surrendered

I was befuddled

And they grinned

Displaying their colorful teeth;

Waved me Goodbye

With their twisted arms,

And flew back in their UFO

While the ant continued

Onwards on the street

I was wondering

If, I should thank it

But soon it was out of sight

I was perplexed beyond sanity

Was it a dream, reality or a myth?