My Fantasy World

My fantasy poem.

In My Fantasy World

In my fantasy world only men that are brave

Wearing fig leaves would fan me and

feed me crisp green grapes throughout the day.

Hugs and kisses are our legal form of pay,

Every day is Friday,

 

All fights are played out with figures made of red clay.

The only month that we have is the pleasant month of May.

Each year I get only younger and

fewer wrinkles appear on my face on my birthday.

Men ask for directions and invite us

women into their man caves every day.

Saying what you think is always okay.

 

I love you is something special that

people always to one another say.

At the end of the day I receive a fresh spring flower bouquet.

Each night I end watching the most

beautiful sunset over the moon lit bay.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

I wrote this for a contest. It would be a great world though.

Reviews

[dangerbooze]

Oh it totally would. My boyfriend is currently stuck on the "I refuse to ask directions even though we're hopelessly lost" habit. And I want to be fed grapes too! Green ones are yummy. =]