Poem 45: Dreaming, Part I), (A Short Story Put Into Poetry)

Dream One

Clouds in the sky, 

A bright pink coloured, 

Nah, this isn't sunrise, 

It is the natural colour of the sky, 

And the sun, I'm flying on a cloud, 

And I'm really far, I'm really high, 

I'm zooming past unicorns, 

Unicorns with rainbows coming out of their asses, 

All that passes, 

There's my friend, her name is Catherine, 

Just going to give her a wave, 

Come on cloud, move closer to her, 

She's riding on a unicorn and I would love, 

To feel it's fur. 

This pink sky will never turn dark, 

There isn't day and night, 

It is eternally bright in the sky, 

We ride to our wonderful, 

Flamboyant houses, 

With rainbow paint, 

Too much, would make 

Normal people faint, 

Those are bright colours after all, 

I hope I don't fall, off this cloud, 

Nobody would be proud, 

Catherine would just laugh, 

I'd need to take a bath, 

Blue liquid leaking from my neck, 

Legs, knees and arms. 

Like I've been at an operating theatre 

To do an operation on an animal from a farm, 

And why's everything going dark for? 

Catherine?! CATHERINE?! 
 

Mother: "Good morning, who's Catherine?" 

"My friend! Don't you know?" 

Hang on, this isn't my house, 

And you're, my mum. 

It was all a dream. Oh goodness me."