Halfing chances

I dreamt the earth was flat as a coin
with a side up and a side down
the repelling poles were made to join
and people were up, people were down

The earth was a place, a tad too simple
the uppers blissfully hit the hay
the lowers always kicked the bucket
fell off from earth, away, away

Things were either black or white
nothing was in shades of gray
puns could never fog the language
metaphors seldom won the play

The sun shone and burned the top
and uppers tanned themselves in day
lowers froze in ice galore
the deads had to die this way

The earth might have been a tad too simple
and prejudice, its price to pay
but what went around still came around
as earth tossed like a coin in fray

Only this season, the heads had lost
and tails now held the swaying forte
the uppers fell down, broke their crown
and lowers kissed the sunny fay

This earth was a place, now a tad too fair
where heads and tails had equal say
when happiness crossed hedonistic realms
a season change went underway

If not for Columbus and his voyage
my dream could have had found a sleigh
A flat earth and rounded coins
might have had made this untread way