In the Corridors of Fantasy
Walking through doors
to a strange land,
the corridors ahead
spread out like hands
I went to the left
and found the dark,
creeping around
some foreign part
Retracing my steps
I went back to the light,
thinking which way
to get out of this plight
I found a corridor
lined in gold,
between the pages
and beneath the folds
Black Orchids are flowering
red poppies too,
bluebells in rainbows
and pink cockatoos
Faery’s are dancing
to a dragon track,
and elves are drunk
from drinking jack
Gnomes with cigars
and long white beards,
laughing so hard
the next county can hear
Giants with bats
and balls,and mitts
a baseball game
even I cant miss
I made a bed
under the weeping tree,
and watched in awe
as fireworks set free
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