Magical Dreams

Come on it's magic, or so I think.

Magical dreams,
Where flying jeans
And strange looking beans,

Running along the way
With the smiling streets,
And the walking trees.

When I saw a sphere,
I looked for the witch marble
And her wicked gear.

But there was
The handsome looking
Wizard Llewellyn

He told me about his
Adventures, magic,
Power and dreams.

Oh and don’t forget the dragons,
The monsters
You know what I mean.

Too bad the time gone quickly
I am back home
End of magical dreams.