CALAMITOUS DREAMS
Sitting down in my fantasy world of splendour,
I look for words to describe my ultimate pleasure,
for treasure I do not lack, I only wish for more,
Roes in skin of black, brown and white,
run around with obvious delight,
that proud cock with arrays of colourful feathers,
sits to adorn my royal palace
I laugh
Palace! yes indeed I must be the king,
For I alone am adorned with golden rings,
and clothed with velvets of purple,
to only I bow these people so noble,
I nod in silent alloofness,
for such is the way of royal highness,
this must be heaven
I smile
For a beautiful angel walks towards me
she must be mine I think with glee
for pretty eyes she's got I see,
and not a but she has I agree,
what must I do to have you fair lady,
a sting I felt, more painful than that of a bee,
for she had dealt me a slap on my cheek,
I wince
for I thought I lost a tooth,only then did I see her face,
and then I knew in utmost daze,
that I just leered at my master's wife,
I took the liberty, my face to rub,
cos' it dawned on me, that i just lost my job.
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