Escapin' In A Dream

Author's Notes: This poem was originally commented on Babs Iverson poem "DREAMSCAPE."

Agent Babs

Chilling

While on the grill slabs

Or Barbeque ribs

Slathered in sauce

Grab the bibs

While the peach tree

Grows fruit nearby

Grab a few, for the raw peach pie

Careful not to bite on the pit

Like the pork bones

Out with the pit, You should spit

Meanwhile on the spit

A rotisserie chicken's roasting

And baking

The skin is just flaking

Packed and seasoned full of flavor

Time to savor a meal

Fit for a queen

Lying on the beach

A bed mattress that's the size for a king

Under the stars

Dothraki Fashion, have a wild fling

Let Your voice sing

As You live in the moment

Great Food, Great Friends, a Great Time

You Live it You own it

Get a plateful of seconds

Grab a third plate, another

Bring it back to serve and be served

Going from Maiden to Lover

Pass the nights and the sportscar

Rollin' in the Ashton Martin

The engine turns over

The wheels rollin' over

Cruising fast, time goes by a bit slower

Get a bigger engine, why not a W16?

Roll around in it, cruisin' like a dream

The motor revs

The engine begs

To be let loose

Dining and Wining on superb supper

While on the bullet train

1st Class section in the back of the Caboose

Broiled goose

With some gooseneck class

And oysters

Listening to the intercom opera

As the singer's voice is boistered

Then top the night off with a bottle of booze

And when the alarm goes off,

Slap that thang, and get to dream chasing

Hitting the snooze