A fanciful thing passed my way

on it\'s tail a thousand doors, a thousand windows

I held in in outstretched arms until it said;

Ok I\'ll stay.


I keep it in my shed

for all to see who visit me

Shame non do,

nor ever did,

nor ever will.

My faciful thing keeps me aloft

the beauty of the things not wasted

because by only me it\'s tasted.