A well-known folk poem from 17th century England.
It’s a form of trick verse.
Read it straight forward manner and it sounds interesting surreal:
I saw a peacock with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet drop down hail
I saw a cloud with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak creep on the ground
I saw an ant swallow up a whale
I saw a raging sea brimful of ale
I saw a Venice glass sixteen foot deep
I saw a well full of men’s tears that weep
I saw their eyes all in a flame of fire
I saw a house as big as the moon and higher
I saw the sun even in the midst of night
I saw the man that saw this wondrous sight
But, if the lines are broken up in the middle, everything falls into place.
I saw a peacock
with a fiery tail
I saw a blazing comet
drop down hail
I saw a cloud
with ivy circled around
I saw a sturdy oak
In this version of the classic poem language, art and design
come to play with these inversions.
They reveal and conceal, brilliantly mirroring the shifting ways
T’was the night before Christmas, and all through the town, No noses were frozen, nor snow on the ground.
No children in flannels were tucked into bed, They all wore their shorty pajamas instead.
To find wreaths of holly was not very hard, For holly trees sprouted in every backyard.
In front of the houses were daddies and moms, Decorating hibiscus and coconut palms.
The slumbering kiddies were dreaming with glee, Hoping to find surf boards under the tree.
They all knew that Santa was well on his way, In a fiberglass boat instead of a sleigh.
He whizzed up the rivers, zoomed up the canals, Delivering toys to good boys and gals.
The tropical moon gave the cities a glow, And lit the way for Santa below.
Quite soon he arrived and started to work, He hadn’t a second to linger or shirk.
He jumped from his boat and gave a wee chuckle, He was dressed in deck pants, with an ivy league buckle.
There weren’t any chimneys, but that caused no gloom, For Santa came in through the Florida room.
He stopped at each house but stayed only a minute, As he emptied his sack of the toys that were in it.
Before he departed he had a long drink, From the glass of fresh orange juice left by the sink.
He turned with a jerk and jumped into his boat, Knowing that he still had more toys to tote.
He put it in gear and he opened the gas, Then up the Peace River he went like a flash!
And I heard him exclaim as he went on his way: “Merry Christmas, Punta Gorda, I wish I could stay …. Annonymous
This is turning into a yearly repost due to the Christmas festivities that are going on at this time. I hope you enjoy it again. This was on the radio on Christmas Eve last year. Punta Gorda is a boating town 5 minutes away from me.
Merry Christmas to all ….
May your hearts be filled with magical splendor of the Holiday Season.
Moonlight glimmers faintly, 
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