Pipe - Dream Poem by jane solanrobertson

My numbers are there - I 'm a millionaire!
What shall I do with the money?
One minute in hock, the next in deep shock -
Being wealthy feels ever so funny.

I'll have dresses galore, buy a whole store
And I won't need my faithful old Visa
I'll buy me a villa in far-off Manila
I'll lean on the Tower of Pisa

The Rio Grande, maybe Disneyland
And then onto Lanzarote
No more weekend breaks in the boring old Lakes-
(I always found that place quite grotty)

So I strut on the sand, with a hunk on each hand
They say I'm the best thing they 've seen
When the next thing I hear is an alarm in my ear
And I realise I'm not where I 've been.

It's a quarter past eight - I 'm gonna be late
This time I'm quite sure it's the sack
But I 'll see you boys soon, by that silver lagoon
'Cos tonight in my dreams I'll be back!