In a land of waffle puffs and doodle dance
I wandered as a child in constant reverie,
My mum would tell me with a grin,
“Your mind’s a carnival, a wild jubilee!”
I’d sit there lost in my own little world,
The warmth of Pieskos enveloping me,
I can’t recall what wonders I dreamt,
But I’m sure they were a sight to see!
With wondrous whimsy and ethereal glee,
My mind would take me on flights so free,
To a place where the rules of reality,
Were but mere suggestions to me.
The post is written as a part of BlogchatterA2Z for the Alphabet W
W is for a Whimsical poem
