Fairyville.

poem by: Christopher Russon
Written on Jun 19, 2018

They say I'm away with the fairies
That's what they said to me
Looking back in retrospect
It would be a lie to disagree.
My lawn is filled with garden gnomes
And rabbits that are made from clay
And children's books inside my home
They Are there from  my early days
I hate to face reality a very sad place to be
I would rather read my Rupert book
With mad proffesser's and philosophy's
So please come around  And take a look
You may like just what you see
A world with Alice in wonderland 
Such a wonderful world of glee.
But this planet is not a fairy tale
And no  place for make believe
When they say your away with the fairies
Just smile and then agree,.


 

Tags: Weird, Imagery, Rhyme, Humor,

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Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 19, 2018 at 12:24pm
Haha....lovely poem Chris......I used to love reading Rupert the bear!....there's nothing wrong being away with the fairies....hahaha...👍🏻
Christopher Russon commented on Jun 19, 2018 at 12:58pm
What ever happened to Rupert the bear I used to collect his yearly annual.
Christopher Russon commented on Jun 19, 2018 at 12:59pm
Sorry Frank thanks for comment.
Frank Hornby . commented on Jun 19, 2018 at 1:45pm
A cartoon strip used to appear regularly in the Liverpool Echo....I used to love the way the story was told in rhyme.........I thought it was so clever....thanks again for the poem Chris.......
Michael Wise commented on Jul 27, 2018 at 11:14am
Any poem with the title "Fairyville" is worth a read! I completely agree with your narrative here! I still have many of my childhood storybooks, and have even published one of my own. Bravo, and thank you for taking me back to my youth!
Christopher Russon commented on Jul 27, 2018 at 7:33pm
Thank you Michael pleased that you liked it.

 

 

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