In the far off shrouds
\nWhere great mists and clouds
\nWere born of forests dark
\nIn September they
\nWhere green ivy’s climb
\nAnd where nature gifts
\nDo stray
\nUnder Birch and Pine
\nWe can see a sign
\nOf the magickal effect
\nAmanita muscaria
\nGrows apparently unchecked<\/p>\n
We say unchecked
\nFor the hyphae reach
\nIs downwards in the earth
\nLewis Carroll recalled the fact
\nAnd gave His brand of mirth
\nHis hallucinations
\nBrought Alice to the fore
\nThe shaman in his red cloak
\nThat no one could ignore<\/p>\n
It became the wonderland
\nWhere flying Reindeers seemed
\nTo enter the great realms of fate
\nPossibly live streamed
\nIt all up sitting under
\nA great Pine tree
\nAnd found
\nThe agaricus fly
\nIts aroma high
\nWhich took him off the ground<\/p>\n
A psychotropic vista
\nWhere the Ellyllon might be
\nSampling the agaricus
\nWith their faerie butter he
\nWith his imagination
\nAnd his wonder-working could
\nHave been inspired
\nAnd all fired up
\nFeeling just so good<\/p>\n
The natural gifts of splendour
\nThe fly agaric they
\nAre gifts that well up in one’s mind
\nAnd In a delightful way
\nCreate the mists of plenty
\nThe starlight disks of hope
\nThe mysterious and enigmatic
\nWays to Help us cope<\/p>\n
The custom of the pine tree
\nDecorated by
\nThe family full of joyousness
\nAnd Lit up which is why
\nGifts are placed below it
\nAs the agaricus might be
\nA dome of crimson spotted
\nWith its flecks of ivory
\nSo many expectations
\nAn anchor if you will
\nGood omens for the future
\nOff the boughs they spill
\nLots of speckled baubles
\nAnd promise by the score
\nImaginative and buoyant
\nAnd very very raw<\/p>\n
A prettiness an attractiveness
\nA gracefulness of form
\nIts where the faeries come to seek
\nA haven from the storm
\nMAB may find herself atop
\nThe verdant sprigs of green
\nRadiant and comely
\nLike a faery queen<\/p>\n
This a tale of wonder
\nFrom the forest dark and dank
\nWhere agaricus once wandered
\nAnd where we all can thank
\nAll the forests people
\nFor yuletide tales
\nPerhaps
\nEven Santa Claus himself
\nWhich to date is underwraps<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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