Suppose purple would change colour,
and become as red-as-roses.
Life would take a turn,
in indignation to the fact that someone called it duller
and you would water were-purple-now-red orchids
with were were-purple-now-red hoses.
Suppose you were a prisoner,
accused, jailed, and tormented.
Sitting in a cell
all you could do is wonder,
while tears from your eyes fell...
Suppose you were a nose
and would run all day,
the acne and boils, a constant cause of worry.
You would love any rose
but, please, no tickling with hay!
Suppose you saw a porcupine,
who mothered a baby cactus.
Madam porcupine could feast on grape vines,
but her cactus made such a fuss!
To dream of a world entirely different,
is a fun game to play,
but the world a, a better place
is a task we are due to pay.