I found myself lost in a complex of dingy tunnels
Which were poorly lit and somewhat threatening
They had once been part of large urban canal system
And the lame and rusting signs often betrayed their use
I had stolen a small raft when I realised that I was lost
And was using a pair of commemorative plates as makeshift oars
I was trying to find the tunnels that led to to my home
Yet I often found myself in a complete darkness
So eventually I stopped rowing and let my raft drift
But I soon became aware that this was the place where
Fairy Tales regained their fitness under our urban streets