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Theres a doorway in the wood
In the doorway is a door
The mothgirl tries the handle,
finds its locked
“ I think someones been here before , What IS this place ? “
Theres no reply
“ maybe someones got locked in there “
With sonic screwdiver in in hand
She promptly takes it off the hinges
And looks inside
She sees fur coats
Uncanny feeling
The smell of moth balls sends her reeling
She collapses in a faint
Well - THAT was stupid said the faun
Finding her beside the door
She’s the sort that cant be trusted
With thumbs oposable - Im disgusted
Goodness knows whos wandering
Into my wood these days - its mental
Nymphs and shepherds any time
I do not even draw the line
At drunks but I really cant be doing
with people going round unscrewing
And now look at her
Passed out - entirely fumigated
Alas alack Tiresias said tripping blindly though the wood
Lucky weve the grecian urn
Fill it from the forest pool
Tip it on the hairy fool
So the faun did as suggested
“ I’d told you if you’d thought to ask
That doorway leads to East Belfast
It opens to a warderobe
On the Upper N’tards road
You could do worse
It might have been to Pluto’s moon
But trust me dear you could do better
So the mothgirl stands upright
Shes bigger now -And twice his height
The faun takes a step aback
Not quick enough ! - with just one whackshe lays him out
And stands above him glaring down
With her usual furry frown
Why don’t you go across the wood ?
Towards the cave, the door there could
Take you to off to Narnia “
“ Whats that like ? “
“ like Game of Thrones - but less sadistic
You get to swash around with swords
Wear silk and furs“
And the fact that you look odd
Wont be noticeable at all
“ Your’e trying to get rid of me “
“ I am - there’s too much carpentry
Too little peace around us here
If you dont fancy Narnia
Then go talk to the rat
Before you go just let me guess
Whats that thats written on your chest ?
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