The cursed wizard Not allowed to own his very own face Stealing magical golden faces Hundreds of wizards

Let’s paint the world a rainbow Paintbrushes and brushstrokes of the world unite

Let us dance in the light fantastic We only have this moment to live Brought alive in just one moment of light

The girl sat in the tree in the sky Playing her flute all the time Ravens and crows Circle the girl in the dark skeleton tree

As I sit alone In lockdown Christmas is about to arrive Yet, this year it is missed again Called off! Just dissed! As I sit eating my tu

Mr Toad taking a walk The wind does blow his yellow umbrella Inside out Upside down His umbrella tries desperately to take flight

I wish she was me The elegant lady of mystery Who is she? A Governess? A mourning widow? A beautiful Queen? A murderess?

As I climb this rugged mountain It somehow feels familiar to me I can’t quite put my finger on it Yet, as I climb

Life is too short to learn a different way I write freehand my uniquely fantabulous imaginary poetry

Barnham! Barnham! He dreamt of being the greatest showman From boy to man He dreamt a million colourful wonderful shows

Mr Wolf came to lunch A bouquet of flowers in his hand Licking his lips His sharp piercing white teeth Arriving for lunch

Triple whammy Not one Not two But three Invisible men I see

The pagoda On the promenade The parrot in the skyline

The blue sky and sun shone on the righteous one We felt their warmth We couldn’t cry

If only I knew my end at the start I don’t remember my start Long forgotten Times of ignorant bliss Soon passes to the long middle bit

The building brick The noise of these never ending bricks Building blocks The builder digs deep

He is in his Christmas tree disguise Rocking the Christmas tree look Wearing his Christmas tree dress His dress full of bright coloured li

I found a golden key on the floor It opened the door No longer a corridor A glass lift with no floor My feet holding onto gravity

You are the puppeteer You control my fragile strings I am your beautiful ballerina I wait for our operatic music to begin

The wonderment of my words I cannot converse For written down they are just words Yet as they are read You begin to feel Sometimes a te