After a twelve hour shift at work, some things come naturally to me. Nonsense poetry is just one of them. Now this poem definitely is not ‘slithy toves gyring and gimbling in the wabe’ but I’m working up to it. In case anyone was wondering, the picture on the left is a rendering of slithy toves, borogroves, and mome rathes in their natural environs.
The lack of rhyme scheme differs from my normal poetry (or verse, however you care to rank it) but I found that I quite enjoyed the rhythm that these lines have. Additionally, after a 12 hour night at work, it just seemed to come to me, for some reason the no sense made all sense. Perhaps there are those out there who can sympathize…
If the inside is the outside and the outside is the inside
Wouldn’t that mean that the outside is the outside,
And the inside the inside?
Now if the inside is the inside and the outside is the outside
Wouldn’t that mean that what is like itself is itself,
And the same is, in fact, the same?
But if what is like itself is like itself and the same is the same
Wouldn’t that mean that what is unlike will be unlike
And the differ, well, will differ?
So if the unlike is right unlike and the differ, well, they differ
Wouldn’t THAT mean that the inside can’t be the outside,
Nor the outside be the inside?
Now see here, sir!
For if the inside is the outside and the outside is the inside
That logically proves that they can’t well be either
And then the whole thing’s a wash.
You go to far!
‘Cause if the outside is the inside then the inside is the outside
And that really does mean neither of them is neither
And where does that leave the poor things?
Well if neither of them is neither that leaves them not here nor there
And then the real question quite rapidly becomes,
How’d they get there anyhow?
That’s easy. Eve.