On the Isle of Joy and Terror,

I observed the city of joy,

Up and down to the sound of magnificent music,

Whilst mount terror sang sadly with the wind,

On the Island of Ruby,

I heard hot hills bubbling and rumbling,

Blood-sailers setting sail onto the five seas,

While Fort Red were raving to the sound of crystal red parrots,

On the Isle of white,

I saw low-riders drifting through the streets,

Bins eating the wasted ice-cream of memory-makers,

While modern housing where intaking interesting families,

On Ancient Island,

I caged the all mighty minotaur,

The people of indus valley finally making it to the surface,

While the anglo saxons and the vikings were at war,

On the Island of starlight,

I noticed the spectacular stars shining,

Like a an 80s funky disco man,

Sky-drifters dancing in the wind,

While little children were observing the moon.