Dreams I Barely Remember.

Sleep, that friendly darkness,

that reality in escape,

brought me many places without fare,

Made me at ease, bade me lie down

with the fox the badger and the hare.

On a Tuesday night at ten

I climbed the Eiffel Tower

and with one spring of boundless power

I lit he torch of the Lady in Liberty's Bay

without flame or taper,

just a glint from rainbows ray.

I met my mother one trip,

she told me a dirty joke;

I chastised her there and then,

she, who never in life

a vulgar word spoke.

I rode a wooden horse twice

round the Derby test

and got there first in record time

waited for the rest

who must have lost their way

at Epsom Downs that day.

I asked a wizard to tell me

the texture and taste of swan

He told it was poison unless

shot in the back of the neck by a

bullet out of the mouth of a gun

that had never killed before.

I aimed my pea shooter at the moon,

the ricochet felled the brave bird

feathers flying aft and fore.

She landed both plucked and trussed

and roasted on Vesuvius spit

Moses and I broke the wishbone

It wasn't a one-sided split.

One night in a fit of pique

I dipped my straw in the Red Sea

and supped and watered the Kalahari

and sang “what will be, will be”.

On another occasion I rambled buck naked

into a party on Capitol Hill,

Michelle was scarlet, mortified,

Barrack is glaring still.

With big red cabbage leaves

I have played 'she loves me, she loves me not'

I can only hope and pray to remember

the millions of dreams I forgot.