likeness

 In the deep of the woods,
Sound the irie howls of a fox
And as it conspires all mystic moods
venus ascends high, to greet the night
The intruders search, bekon and reckon for my treasures worth
As the vines creep into their eyes of fright
Their mouths thirst for golden mirth
For they have heard of my tresure on their day of birth

The light of the cottage, shimmers in the distance
As the canopy shelters form the sky
fireflies come alive.
And word spins round, the place is found
of where my treasure is bound.

For i had spoken far and wide
That in my treasure box
Exhibits all my wealth and pride
Many a men have saddled to ride
To find the treasure i meticulously so did hide

And now it has been revealed
They entered the cottage to attain what it concealed.
A large wooden box, a golden key, a chair, a pen, a table
And a marvelously written fable.

The intruders sought the key, opened the wooden chest
And found the treasure, they set to invest,
little did they expect, my golden riches
my pride and wealth
That is kept in my treausre box
Is a perfect likeness of you.

MDT 20/05/10