Two boys

Two boys were chatting after school.
Jack said he goes to Wonderland
To ride the unicorns through pines,
And dine with goblins in their mines,
And then see concert of a band
Of elves, and Billy called him fool

With silly dreams who must mature
And not talk bullshit about place
That science says does not exist.
Jack smiled and stepped into the mist
Where carpet’s hidden just in case
He’ll want to fly to distant moor

Where giant raccoon teaches him wit.
While Billy has his pop-sci books,
And thoughts about girls, and chin
To shave, and college to get in,
And bills to pay, and tired looks,
And all the other adult shit.