Day Dreaming - Poem by Angela Wybrow
I sat in the office feeling really very bored.
I began to go through the file in my mind,
Where my favourite daydreams are stored.
As I felt my concentration begin to go,
I took my eyes off my computer screen,
And they drifted towards the office window.
The most gorgeous looking guy ever passed by,
And, as I sat there staring distantly into space,
We suddenly found ourselves interlocking eyes.
I pictured myself as an imprisoned princess,
And him as my brave knight in shining armour,
Who was going to save me from this awful mess.
He would arrive on a bright white steed,
Then knock down the heavy wooden door,
Take me in his arms, and then I’d be free.
We’d live inside a magnificent fairytale castle,
And my life would be wonderful once again.
Then, one day, he’d present me with a tiny parcel.
I’d open it up and inside would be a diamond ring.
He’d ask me to do the honour of becoming his wife,
And I’d be so very happy, that I’d run around and sing.
One day, I’d become a queen and he’d become a king,
And we’d live so happily ever after, till death do us part:
When, suddenly, I’m back to reality when the phone rings.
They do say that nothing is ever what it quite seems,
Which can sometimes be extremely disappointing,
As now I realise that I’ve just had a lovely daydream.
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