RHYME AND LEMONY

cases, spaces, and laces that make us sane or not,
explain please the context of thy thought?
quizzical, frowning foreheads of enquiry
send me to the case of the missing lorry
so now you think this is a lame rhyme
but truly, through the spaces of time
travelling or not as newton's donkey
are moments of lacey traces so funky
that schrodinger's cat would frown upon
seeking sanity to his smirky faced gown
SO sane now deserveth a cane
for the ridiculous cows over the mane
not the lions but the misspelt moon
go away minds goon!
Peace