If all ladies were bugs
men would get awfully lonely and no sandwiches would get made.
If all grass were hoppers
that would make Sunday picnics far more of an adventure with tea splashing and scones flying.
If all suns were flowers
It would give a whole new meaning to our universe being a cosmos
If all fruit were flies
I’d have to chase my bananas all over the kitchen and hunt down elusive oranges with a fishnet.
If all pans were cakes
I’d have to pretend to resist eating dessert while frying up breakfast but secretly snacking on the cookware anyway.
If all hands were bags
I would finally be able to carry all the groceries in one trip from the car, while onlookers pursed their lips at me clutching on for dear life
If all stars were fish
we would spend entire nights stargazing on my roof as they swam in circles around the sky
If all the humans weren’t stuck in a race
Wouldn’t the world be a funny place?