poems from the sky

In the mystical land that I call BingleyBoo, Where the trees are all purple I tell you it's true! Where the clouds are all made up of white linen sheets and the flowers all glow as they line all the streets The sun shines so bright in ten shades of blue, And the moons a baloon, with a luminous hue The stars dance around it in merry delight, And the grass sings a melody

Bingley Boo

all through the night. The mountains all look just like huge jelly beans, And nothing you see there is just what it seems. The unicorns fly with the pigs in the sky, to the sheer delight

of all who pass by In this magical land that I call BingleyBoo

where the sun shines all night and the sea’s made of glue as I lie in my bed simply counting the sheep it's a place where I go to to play in my sleep