poem topsy-turvy land ,[read and enjoy]

the people walk upon their heads
                  the see is made of sand
  the children go to school by night
       in topsy -turvy land       
                       

 the front- door step is at the back,
    you're walking when you stand,
you wear your hat upon your feet,
                                   in topsy-turvy land.

and buses on the see you'll meat,
while pleasure bots are planned,
to travel up and down the streets
                      of topsy-turvy land. 

you pay for what you never get,
          i think it must be grand,
for when you go you're coming back
           in topsy-turvy land