Lost Again His Path Poem by Sylvia Frances Chan

As usual like the rest of the audience here,
he's lost his path again so near

who bears the responsibility?
methinks, not me as you can see
and this is no publicity

but a clear conclusion
to his night walks
and curfews' decision

he is lost in the beautiful woods
he has arrived in fairytale-hoots
but he misses the real fairies

maybe in the nearby dairies
Well then he has to get out
since dairies don't have fairies

but how do you get out of these fancy woods?
As usual, he's lost his way again here
he followed the fairytale hoots
Excuse me?
There's no audience at all
here in these fancy woods
and above all: non-fairytales-hoots
spare me,
what a great fantasy!
he's just lying in his own bed!