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.