Piecemeal poetry

Hello writers,
Here is a morning scribble, with instructions below:

Please add a verse or two or three,
No, I mean it, no, really!
Feel free to insert, not just append
Your additions & changes will not offend.
:-)

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Grim Fairy Tales (with contributions from other members of the Goose family)

What if I was a pea-pod, or God?
What if I reigned supreme on planet earth,
Or was a woman with a really wide girth?
What if it was hot when there was snow?
What if I went, but still couldn't go?

What if I quit and ran right out?
What if I missed the gist of life, as I ran
Through the store for more, bananas
And apples, apricots and Snapple.

What if I picked up the phone but didn't say hello.
Rather something polite like "Fifty seven".
What if fish was spelt with a "p"?
What if I am already all I can be?

What if the world was turned around
Upside down and Inside out?
Would lost be found?
Would in be out?
Would now be then? A cock, a hen?
Three outs would be a strike, no doubt!

And eating when thirsty would be allowed.

Things would be different, which means the same,
And a lot less normal - or really quite...sane.

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Pavi Goose contributes:

 

:-)

may i add here now my two cents

(with plenty of rhyme if low on the sense)
pavi
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But sometimes in the middle of a very long night
I sit up and wonder will the world be all right?
If the sky were green and the grass was blue
If you were me and I was you.
Where do babies learn how to frown
And why in the end does the rain fall down?
And if at this juncture you have nothing to say
Then answer me this- if cows could count would they?
Can people forget what they don't know
Can the night wind decide just not to blow?
And where do the fish think they are going?
And after the row-row-row-your-boat-rowing
Then what?

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Counting cows! forgetful fish!
Splendid really, all of this!