INVISBLE POEM

In a mysterious house,
In the centre of a forest,
There lives a most mysterious boy,
Named Boris.

Hung on the wall,
Nice and tall,
There is an invisible picture of an invisible boy,
Painting an invisible toy.

The sofa is upside-down,
On his door there is a dressing-gown,
Entirely made of spiders' thread,
And he sleeps in an unusual bed.

But almost everywhere,
Everything is invisible.
In his living room,
Somehow,
He has got an invisible floor,
And an invisible door.
But one thing he loves,
Is his TV.
Which he can't see.