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Poetry News Post #3732

In the Mushroom Forest of Bopalopia

Written by: Wordsmith Kiash
Date: Thursday, November 4th, 2010
Addressed to: Everyone


In the Mushroom Forest
----------------------

I lie atop a mushroom cap
And peer across its rim,
To watch the wild scarlet grass
Sway gently in the wind.

Far down below, a cat goes dancing
'Long the winding forest path;
He gives a merry laugh, and glancing
Up at me, he tips his hat.

A mushroom woman dances, too,
And doesn't seem to care
As squirrels go soaring through the blue
And acorns fill the air.

I smile as I watch the sights--
There's so much here to see
That up atop the mushroom heights
Is just the place to be.

And I can just hear -- if I'm still --
The mooing of the cattle,
As they ponder numbers 'till
Their brains start getting addled.

Far off, a truly awful sound
Goes swirling o'er the land:
The princess plays gim-grinkle rounds
Within the castle grand.

This forest is the strangest one
In all the world, I must believe...
But with that said, it's too much fun
For me to want to leave.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 551 AF.


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Poetry News Post #3732

In the Mushroom Forest of Bopalopia

Written by: Wordsmith Kiash
Date: Thursday, November 4th, 2010
Addressed to: Everyone


In the Mushroom Forest
----------------------

I lie atop a mushroom cap
And peer across its rim,
To watch the wild scarlet grass
Sway gently in the wind.

Far down below, a cat goes dancing
'Long the winding forest path;
He gives a merry laugh, and glancing
Up at me, he tips his hat.

A mushroom woman dances, too,
And doesn't seem to care
As squirrels go soaring through the blue
And acorns fill the air.

I smile as I watch the sights--
There's so much here to see
That up atop the mushroom heights
Is just the place to be.

And I can just hear -- if I'm still --
The mooing of the cattle,
As they ponder numbers 'till
Their brains start getting addled.

Far off, a truly awful sound
Goes swirling o'er the land:
The princess plays gim-grinkle rounds
Within the castle grand.

This forest is the strangest one
In all the world, I must believe...
But with that said, it's too much fun
For me to want to leave.


Penned by my hand on the 20th of Glacian, in the year 551 AF.


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