Heading east of the full moon
I took a turn west
I walked many a mile
Before I stopped to rest
Sitting on a tree trunk
That magically became a chair
I knew I had stumbled
Upon a mysterious lair
The sky was a shocking pink
The clouds were virulently green
Little goblin folk ran around
They looked a little mean
I decided to continue
Before day turned to night
But the chair suddenly grew arms
And held me so very tight
The arms were attached
To a very handsome man
So I stayed on his lap
And admired his deep brown tan
I could have sat there forever
But he flung me into a red stream
I opened my mouth to yell at him
And woke up to find it was all a dream
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
I took a turn west
I walked many a mile
Before I stopped to rest
Sitting on a tree trunk
That magically became a chair
I knew I had stumbled
Upon a mysterious lair
The sky was a shocking pink
The clouds were virulently green
Little goblin folk ran around
They looked a little mean
I decided to continue
Before day turned to night
But the chair suddenly grew arms
And held me so very tight
The arms were attached
To a very handsome man
So I stayed on his lap
And admired his deep brown tan
I could have sat there forever
But he flung me into a red stream
I opened my mouth to yell at him
And woke up to find it was all a dream
© 2014 Uma Venkatraman ~ All Rights Reserved
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