meop yppirt a ton si siht Awake did I to find the sky Descending on the twisting Earth The fish flew high the sun did cry The coals lit up inside my hearth I did awake but for my sake I hid inside my melting bed The Earth did quake the sun did bake And bits of Time fell on my head As I awoke the mountains spoke And spouted firey purple prose Life was a joke her laws were broke And grew a fifteen-inch long nose ( ) I looked around upon the ground And saw the ceiling looking back A lovely sound became unbound And flew away inside a sack Batons of stars direct from Mars Bombarded down like treasure hoarded Metallic bars declared their wars Upon the countryside distorted PMi uluhtc eton s rohtua This poem may suck it may be trite May be the worst schlock ever born But it shall teach me not to write My poems at two o clock in the morn