Childhood is a time when a goose could write rhymes and it would all make sense.
|So where is the dog, where is the dish, Where is the star with which to make a wish?|
I had a dream about non-sequiturs. I was a cow, you were the moon, my little dog laughed, and the dish ran away with the spoon.
And somehow it all made poetic dianoetic sense.
Consider present tense.
I have a plan, I am a cow, might I jump over the moon and would my little dog laugh to see such a sight, let the dish run away with the spoon.
Doesn’t follow does it?