We know that the Earth is flat;
there is a man in the moon,
with the dog and the spoon
and I live with the Cheshire Cat.
I once sprouted wings and I flew,
the clocks all now run backwards,
(this is really quite standard)
and fairy dust comes only in blue.
I rule the land from my rusty tin can, held together by early morn’s dew.
Composed following today’s NaPoWriMo prompt to write a ten line poem, each line being a lie. Quite fun!