During the season of Fall, in a particular deep slumber
I happened upon a realm
Where reality could not encumber
Falling through a scrim of black
I landed amongst a troupe with wide eyes and, hair made of wiry curls.
A carnival was at hand!
The type where popcorn littered the ground
Tim Burton was working the ferris wheel, making it swirl round and, round
With a bow and, his hands clasped in gratitude he humbly gestured;
In response to my “Im a huge fan” remark as my delight