What An Imagination
It’s actually quite adorable, do you agree
She loves the mornings, just after waking
It’s her favourite time of the day, play time,
She has an imagination unheard of before
As she plays her games, wars and mimes.
She can fly, with her pretty butterfly wings
Some days she converts into a huge giant,
She can morph into any shape she wants
Her mind bends physically to be compliant.
She spends most of her time on her own
That is unless you count her many pets,
Preferring her animal love and adoration
Over the up and downs of humans upset.
She does adore the old Disney story tales
In her mind it’s where she prefers to exist,
A princess one day, elf with wings the next
Plots that excite especially with a twist.
Today she’s happy she’s extremely creative
As she distorts her image into that of an elf,
With the most gorgeous of butterfly wings
Moulded by the children’s book on her shelf.
