Kopaz freelance artist
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The ship of dreams is
lightning quick, I plummet wakeward in a
pip. Yet when I wake a star
remains, The Wand of Dreams the girl
explains |
Wizzing homeward with my
dad (a famous spaceman when a
lad) He tells me of the wand’s
great powers, That aliens give as we give
flowers. |
Back in my tree house the
dreams in my soul Say, get set, ready steady,
go! Then leap like a fox
released from a cage And pass from the wand to
an open page. |
The Great Fish of Wisdom is
leading the way With a smoking cigar and a
glass of champagne. A giggling parade of wild
chickle chuckles Escaped from |
Fidget Pants, Fiddle, Tiny
and Twiddle, Imaginary creatures, places
and people. Who live in the mountains
and valleys of Woo And the underground caverns
of Weency Poo. |
I stall up all night till
the book says FULL, Cornflakes for breakfast
then yawning to school. In a whirlwind of autumn, a
big bang of a storm, The wand is left broken, a
wider world born |
The
Wand of Dreams