Treasure Island

George Hunter


001 - A Dream


One night while sleeping in my chair
I met a lass who wasn’t there.
She bent and planted a big wet kiss
Upon my lips, what utter bliss.
She said, “If you want some more of those
You’d better take off all your clothes.”
She didn’t have to ask me twice
As she scanned by bod and said, “That’s nice.
If you want to, you can be my steady
As I see that you are more than ready.”
She led me gently to my bed
As she took her nightgown o’er her head.
Such beauty then did I behold
Pound for pound worth more than gold.
She lay down softly on my pad
In the best dream that I’d ever had.
Our bodies met, the heavens sang,
Just then the damn alarm clock rang.
I woke with a start and cleared the air
And looked down at my empty chair.
I grabbed that clock and with a bat
I smashed that no good sucker flat.
I sat back down with a silent scream
And tried in vain to resume my dream.
Not that it really ever mattered
But my dream (and my clock)
Are all now shattered.

Submitted: Sunday, October 23, 2011
Edited: Monday, October 24, 2011

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