A Good Dream Poem by Chris Goss

My mouth is being rinsed with heavy salt power
It feels like it is totally on fire
It could be used to light anything pure
If there is anyone anyone out to enquire
They could do it every single day of every hour
I just hope this salt will let me be supreme
Even at night I might have a good dream
Hoping my body will fight like a team
It as never be like me for any sort of scream
But what for the lovely hot day ice-cream
I have never been to anyone so mean
I am never one to think the other side is green
I don't understand why people are not lean
It is not always best to urinate in a latrine
Nor not to defecate after a dinner so supreme
Do not let any army have a gun machine
Don't anyone dare to insult the Queen
Just had a relieving Magnum chocolate ice cream