My Imagination

My imagination is a strange thing

It always runs riot.

I dream of chocolate cake and cheeselings,

When ever I'm on a diet.

I think of far away places ,

That only exist in dreams

And vast green open spaces

With jam-tart and ice-creams.

I imagine myself to be a queen,

With lawns so very clean and green,

With gorgeous places and carriages,

And visits to exotic marriages.

I travel to lands that time fogot.

And take joy-rides on dinosaurs,

Swim in Seas of divine sort

And work for a good cause.

Occasionally I wake up extremely frightened

When my imagination plays cruel tricks

I dream that a noose around my neck is tightened.

And down in my spine ran nasty pricks.

I imagine becoming the president,

And a role model for all to follow.

Of fighting anything sinister

And of leading the country to a better tomorrow

My imagination without restriction is wild

And travels without a care

But I better be curbed or I’ll end up

Building castles in the air.