Whether

by Bob Marcacci

If moles were exceptional,

And water was chocolate rain,

And lice were pets,

And a truth ain't a truth,

But stuff could stop wrong,

For in someway a super predicament,

You would become you.

If moon was Maine and when was wince,

And what was waste, and white was orange,

There may be any acceptance

For through whatever effervescence

I would have been I.

If hate was soft and cubes were circular

And anger were actually and sighs were silly

What-not wouldn’t be fairly

Yet everybody everywhere nearly

For if where was warily

We would believe we.

A replacement poem based on If
by e. e. cummings

If freckles were lovely, and day was night, And measles were nice and a lie warn't a lie,      Life would be delight,-      But things couldn't go right      For in such a sad plight I wouldn't be I. If earth was heaven, and now was hence, And past was present, and false was true,      There might be some sense      But I'd be in suspense      For on such a pretense You wouldn't be you. If fear was plucky, and globes were square, And dirt was cleanly and tears were glee      Things would seem fair,-      Yet they'd all despair,      For if here was there We wouldn't be we.