Dreams
I.
I have dreams
Of course I do
Much the same
As any of you.
My dreams however
Don't make sense
I often wake up
Feeling tense.
I often wake up
Feeling weird
Scratching my itchy
Day-growth beard.
II.
A woman made of pudding, once
In dreamland I espied
And once atop the Eiffel Tower
I jumped, and coolly died.
The dreams of death are bittersweet
And dreams of life bizarre
My pal once dreamed a tiger fierce
Did jump into his car.
Perhaps we walked a crooked way
Not too off-beat I hope,
Yet under the shower I sometimes say
"Man, gotta lay off the dope!"
I have dreams
Of course I do
Much the same
As any of you.
My dreams however
Don't make sense
I often wake up
Feeling tense.
I often wake up
Feeling weird
Scratching my itchy
Day-growth beard.
II.
A woman made of pudding, once
In dreamland I espied
And once atop the Eiffel Tower
I jumped, and coolly died.
The dreams of death are bittersweet
And dreams of life bizarre
My pal once dreamed a tiger fierce
Did jump into his car.
Perhaps we walked a crooked way
Not too off-beat I hope,
Yet under the shower I sometimes say
"Man, gotta lay off the dope!"
ahem...I see u used my Tiger..haha...
Posted by
Kiro |
2:49 AM