Ever heard of the land of outside-in?

People there are rude they never grin!

I had to visit there for a week 

To visit my poor sick Uncle Kreek,

He had a horribly bad case of ‘hic-hic’

So I took some magically chopped fenugreek

Of course he couldn’t eat; but

I stuffed them in his outside gut

Everyone there like my Uncle was inside-out,

With livers and lungs and intestines round about

They looked outrageous-complete freaks

For language it was only slaps and kicks

My cousin Nick was quite a bit dotty

Not to mention he was also very naughty

I offered him an ice cream-oops he couldn’t lick

His tongue wasn’t out it was in click click

So naughty, haughty, dotty Nick made me shriek

How? He showed his ‘guts’ and made them leak. Eek

I had enough-couldn’t stay for any more tickety-ticks

So I packed, put on my hat and left with one last peek



Next I had to go to the bizarre land of upside-down

To see my poor Aunty who had forgotten how to frown

Her brows wouldn’t go up-they were always down

I had a better time with her, wanna hear my nice tales

Sorry, not today. Why? My weak memory fails! 





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