Dreams

A fairy stopped by, to take back my dreams

Apparently, I’d been having too many it seems

After flushing my head, she took them away

To get them back, it would be necessary to pay

 

Firstly, it was imperative that I should see

What would be an acceptable currency

Because, when I offered my MasterCard

Her disapproval, caught me completely off guard

 

When she said, “Dreams aren’t created to buy or sell!”

Alarm bells began ringing as I thought, “Oh bloody hell”

Unknowingly I had sold some dreams along the way

But since I was now broke, there was no way to repay

 

T’was then I experienced my initial, wee hint

Her sexy eyes reflected a boy-girl type glint

She had been looking for the right kinda fella

Suggesting she could be extremely, darn swella

 

Apparently, she liked them frail, old and grey              

With mind and body both in pronounced decay

Including no inclination to romantically stray    

It appeared I qualified in every which way

 

Altho, her younger sister was eye-poppingly good looking

My wayward eyes engaged in many a-good-look-a-tooking

Her favourable condition keeps my eyes most alert

Eventually I was unable to avoid the mildest wee flirt

 

Now t’is in gentle clouds, above silken soft, tropical seas

With her stunning fairy sister, I live a life of pure ease

I have found dreaming much less important these nights

With my time being oft’ spent, enjoying other delights

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Vol]

Dave,
It is with poems like this that I was able to waken the love of poetry in my otherwise reluctant students. What a delightful read, and if you look offshore, you might see me waving away any attempt at rescue from my own Fantasy Island."
Vol

[Dave Brown]

LOL
This is what I actually enjoying writing the most
I hope your students went off to be great poets
Take ca'r down thar

[Vol]

Thanks, Dave,
Several have, you might check out "The Constant Poet" on Instagram, Michelle is the only one at it on line.
Vol

[Dave Brown]

she does write a bunch of interesting stuff which has got to make you feel that your efforts were worthwhile
She also has a ton-a-hair

[Dave Brown]

A pebble that was playing guitar
Found the sound didn’t travel too far
He installed a hot wire
For a sound amplifier
Now he’s become a major rock star

[Thomas W Case]

Fantastic. I love this. Great work.

[Dave Brown]

LOL Thomas
The only slip-up here was of the fabric variety

[John the Baptist]

She liked them frail, old and grey? That definitely was a dream.

[Dave Brown]

A poets desperation