Prologue: When in Bored...

If you’re not one to stare at walls this place is not for you,
It's a funny little township, where people haven’t much to do.
So they tell each other stories, and they sing each other songs,
They go walking round in circles, for all the day is long.
The fellows in the marketplace spend their days counting time,
The King of this fair Kingdom is bored out of his mind,
There’s a lady here who has a pumpkin for a home,
And the jester’s only joke is, ‘Why’d the chicken cross the road?’
If you walk down from the city, and through the melon fields,
You will hit a crossroad, where a choice you’ll have to yield.
If you go on right to Vague, nothing’s ever clearly answered,
Though the village of Monotony is not a great advancement.
But it’s better to turn left than to go on right ahead,
Where you’d likely meet something extraordinary instead.
So to the village of Monotony where people have routine,
Where they’re borderline obsessive with the patterns that they keep.
But there’s someone here you need to meet, a boy of tender age,
His name is Ickery Rose, and he’s dressed up like a Page.
He will meet you at the gate. He will gladly let you in.
He’ll take you past the same old places time and time again.

But a question, it is brewing, inside his child’s mind,
What’s the opposite of boring, is the answer he must find.
On a journey he does go, he invites you all to come,
To see in all of its dull glory, the lands of Mundandom.

Thankyou for reading. The first three chapters are already up at my blog: http://mundanedom.blogspot.com/