What If?
What if …
Odd patterned socks were sold in pairs,
The milky moon sailed strangely square,
Midnight lost its starry spangles,
Saturn wore tinkly triangles,
Everyone talked all day in rhyme,
Clouds showered sharp lemon and lime,
Rainbows marched zebra monochrome,
Medusa’s hair swallowed her comb,
Saint George fainted with dragon fear,
Summer days were lost from the year,
Encyclopaedias ate knowledge,
Poor Goldilocks disliked porridge,
Swift weakness befell Hercules,
Seas bobbed bright green with mushy peas,
Pebbles awoke to feel and think,
Sands shone sparkly flamingo pink,
Cheetahs became slothfully slow
Sleepy sloths found fast-racing toes,
Fields of cows forgot how to moo
And the sun set brilliant blue?
All of this would surely be fine …
As long as you’re a forever friend of mine.
Odd patterned socks were sold in pairs,
The milky moon sailed strangely square,
Midnight lost its starry spangles,
Saturn wore tinkly triangles,
Everyone talked all day in rhyme,
Clouds showered sharp lemon and lime,
Rainbows marched zebra monochrome,
Medusa’s hair swallowed her comb,
Saint George fainted with dragon fear,
Summer days were lost from the year,
Encyclopaedias ate knowledge,
Poor Goldilocks disliked porridge,
Swift weakness befell Hercules,
Seas bobbed bright green with mushy peas,
Pebbles awoke to feel and think,
Sands shone sparkly flamingo pink,
Cheetahs became slothfully slow
Sleepy sloths found fast-racing toes,
Fields of cows forgot how to moo
And the sun set brilliant blue?
All of this would surely be fine …
As long as you’re a forever friend of mine.
This poem is copyright (©) Linda Middleton 2026
About the Writer
Linda Middleton
Linda Middleton lives in the East of England and enjoys writing poetry for children. Some of her poems have found beautiful homes in The Caterpillar, The Dirigible Balloon, Little Thoughts Press, Northern Gravy, Tyger Tyger and several anthologies. One of Linda’s poems was selected by Candlestick Press for Twelve Poems for 2025. In her spare time, she can be found walking through her local woods and enjoying the wonders of nature, often with the seed of a new poem in her heart.
