That book you read,
the one about the secret garden,

I spent a lifetime and maybe more
looking for that hidden door.

Should have read Moby ****,
signed on and been a whaler
what a tale I'd have to tell
no better than but just as well
as Mr Melville.

In written words
I live and breathe
and I do believe
I do
I do,
but Tinkerbell flew away,
no never mind in neverland
I never planned to go
but found I've lived here all along.

Books,
a great amalgamation
of words that stir
imagination
hubble
bubble
Mr Bumble,
and if I stumble upon
old Ebeneezer
I'll say,
Charles sends his regards.