A pink cloud descended upon dreamland,
And a mighty castle was built on it.
The whole area was under the command,
Of a wise young king of wit.
Flying horses and terrifying demons,
Resided together with harmony.
Chairs and tables and fans and books
bore completely different looks.
Sunshine touched the lands of confusion,
where reality could turn into an illusion.
Lions mooed and cows roared
And cats hissed like tape records.
Water was green and bananas blue,
My, it was certainly a jumble of hues.
Money grew on every tree
On the land where everything was free.
Pizzas and hotdogs and potato rings
erupted from massive volcanoes.
And elephants had giant pink toes,
That could destroy anything with a gentle wring.
Ah, how fortunate it would’ve been
If I had actually seen such a theme.
But that land is never going to be found
For it was, after all, just a dream!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderfully imaginative poem. Thanks for sharing.