Planet Paul Poem by Paul Butters

Deep within the spacial abyss that is my brain
There lies a little blue planet called "Paul".
Hidden away from most of reality
This world is full of wondrous dreams.

Its drifting continents are full of sporting arenas,
Traditional pubs and inns
And swarms of gorgeous women.
Lofty mountains overlook sandy beaches
Fringed by sun kissed palms.
Endless vistas of hill and dale
Teeming with Life.

There is a Dark Side too:
I have my "Mordor" for sure
And my own Sauron.
Who doesn't?
Lands full of man eating wasps
Fearful ghouls and witches
And torture chambers
Full of dental equipment.
Giant eyes
And Mirrors
Which take on a life
Of their own.

But let's focus on the Brightness here:
The music and poetry
And even dance
And romance!
A place where we can "Get Around"
To Beach Boys harmonies,
Rock to Chuck Berry
And enjoy whatever delights Carlsberg can conjure up,
If not a pint of "Willy's Beer"
From Cleethorpes.

© PB 10\5\2018.