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The Dream

a poem

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read
The Dream
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The evening was fair and clear,

As I sat on the porch and read my newspaper.

The radio was tuned to an AC/DC song,

When Angus hit a double chord,

And the light seemed to intensify.

Looking up from the gazette,

I spied three moons in the sky,

A sight from parallel worlds.

I stared in wonder,

I stared in awe,

At the wonders that seemed to unfold!

Flora and Fauna from other Earths

Occupying space where they weren’t before

Crushing whatever was there before!

I looked on in fearful fascination

When suddenly, I saw a most fearsome sight!

A silver serpent flew through the air alongside a 747!

Realizing I was standing up, I sat down,

Less I fell down the porch steps.

I took a drink of whiskey.

I chased it with Coca-Cola.

I thought maybe I had drunk too much.

I started to rub my eyes, but then I thought better.

I was scared to close my eyes

And miss what new wonder would appear

I told myself that the Ganja had to be laced

There was no way that man had a horse’s face

The things I was seeing were beyond explanation

A strange man appeared before me,

And threw a sheet over me

Causing me to thrash and fall backwards

Crashing into something soft,

I pulled the sheet off my head

And was in my bed

With the sun shining in the windows

On a perfectly normal summer’s day

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Mother Combs

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    Written by Mother Combs