Upside Down World

 

My brother’s feet are like balloons

always rising to the sky,

light and airy they must be

never sticking to the ground.

Walks on his hands you see

one palm and then the other,

slow and steady, or round in circles,

palm patting all the way.

Bend down if you need to talk.

Bend down if you’d like a smile.

You’re free to join him if you can −

pat pat pat pat pat pat POP!!