The Adventures Of Stanley - Narrative Poem

Chapter 6 - The Magical Forest

Our journey did last for many a day.

Walking down a path, luckily no tolls did we pay.

We came across a forest, that was truly odd.

Sir Neal didn't remember it and I replied with a nod.

Driven by curiosity we entered this place.

It was massive and wide, indeed a large space.

Trees were all around, up and yes they were down.

Still, we kept going, both with a frown.

Deeper into the woods did the pair enter.

Surrounded by trees both in the centre.

Before we knew it, they appeared in droves.

Creatures of all manners emerged from the groves.

Their bore wings so small, they could barely be seen.

Every single one of them, blended with green.

They came out of the woodwork, the eye's upon us.

Saying nothing it was indeed quite sus.

Decided to speak, Stanley greeted them all.

Before he could act, a man did fall.

He was a strange man with a lute.

Or perhaps was it a flute.

He stared at us with a smile on his face.

He began to sing as if it was a race.

Welcome, dear travellers to a forest with trees.

We charge for dreams but your nightmares are free.

I know you're asking, who the hell am I.

Save your questions and don't give a sigh.

Just relax your mind as we spin you a tale.

Well, entertain you, without fail.

So let me introduce, my fellow kin.

We've got everything you need, from saints to sin.

My buddy right here, the demon of the deep.

It's fine... your dreams he won't peep.

Now we come to the fairies, right there.

That one is bald, yes without hair.

They are not too bad, just mind your purse.

Taking the shinnies and nothing worse.

Here are the dryads, they love the tree's

Try to chop them down, your hands go free.

You can flirt with them, they don't mind.

A little bit clingy, relations defined.

So that's my friends, deep in the green.

I know it well, may not be your scene.

It's fun, so give it a chance.

And yes, it's optional without pants.

Now with everyone here.

Let's dance and sing, let out a cheer.