His fingers run through the book slops,
A bookworm in between...
The place where the food shops,
A
hungry stomach’s cream...
He looks around the sea shore,
The lighthouse is a queen...
A sky is where the clouds pour,
His moon shines where its seen...
In the sand where the snail snores,
No cobwebs in a seam..
For kites the tragic wind roars,
How dead could be a dream?
A fountain’s where the lights glow,
He watched as it breathes...
The flight of her water flow,
A Smile less as he recedes...
In a garden where the fruits grow,
A place across the sea...
The sand in an eyebrow,
And thus the princess had a pea... 
