My brain of bewilderment

Folklore, fantasy I will try to imagine it all..as I sit betwixt my brain of bewilderment sat staring at a wall..
But try as I may I shall not narrate non-fiction.. at least not about today’s Covid-19 affliction.. coz aren’t we fedup to the back teeth of even hearing that name..haven’t we all heard way too much of it.. I know what a shame..

So within the wondrous webs of my dreams.. I can pick and choose as I please from fabrication.. it is bursting at the seams.. tales from tomorrowland and stories on the sea.. with mermaids and their merman swimming happily..

Oh did I tell you about “Poor Annie Trotter”..Of course I have mentioned her in the past.. She was left alot of money in a will and found happiness at last!!..Eeh what about “My little town” I recall writing this one as I was sat looking on down.. perched on the ledge of a green, grass cliff and well the views were tremendous with the purple heathered whiff