Did you ever try to focus when eyes don't cooperate?
When you waken from a dream and the morning is your fate...
For your wish is to continue in the sleep that fulfills
The quest for knights and castles and the dreams there on the hill
The search is just about ended when the fingers kiss the sword
Of the knight in shining armor with the monocle "My Lord"
For Sir Knight has come to save you from a fate worse than hell
As the dragon's fire seers the toes of one sleepy southern belle
"Sir Rhett", the valley echoes as the damsel in hooped skirt
Redeems the silent forest with this efficacious flirt
"Please save me" yodels Scarlet as the "Lady in Distress"
Calmly lowers the bodice of her silken. lacey dress
Then the eyes of sir knight flits upon the porcelain of boobs
A pair intune, uplifted and inturn makes him the rube
For dreams are crazed and fused with loco thoughts at will
And knights don't meet with Scarlet at Tara...on the hill
But flights of fancy have a way of making light of life
Then once again my eyes awake to daily mundane strife
Perchance to live in cartoon dreams that never make us sick
Forego the wars and death today with cheeky politics
For back to bed with eyes closed tight I try to go to sleep
Blot out the terror of the news and search for dreams go deep
I look for horses galloping in valleys by the stream
I squint my eyes from here to there searching for the dream
My pulse is rapid as I spot...yon rider on the hill
Horrors of all horrors, it's Clinton...yep it's Bill
The damsel in the hoop skirt , well she looks just like Lewinsky
And the bedroom of these politics has turned my dream to kinky...
Flights without a pilot...I strive to open eyes
Would rather go down fighting so I say to all good by
I waken with the evil grin of one that knows the ropes
I'll wait for another chance to dream ...til then I'll try to cope
For work loads wait and people question everything I do
But nights are waiting for this girl...in hopes of finding you.
Thought it was about Julia Roberts and Hollyweird, only to find out that you dream of waking up to find Bill Clinton knelling at your bedside. With a monocle?
Beware of Knight's named Willy dressed in tarnished armor seeking shelter in the night...Lordy, Lordy Miz Scah-let...you better bolt that "doooooh...that be no dream mam, be a "Knight Mare" come a courtin".
Just hillarious, Susan...I wrote one like this last week to cheer a friend but I'm not sure I'd have the courage to post it! LOL...
We Belle's be watchin' out for each other's backsides!
Love you,
Miz Talah, Miz Talah who's ROTFLMAO !!
the politics of dreamland are certainly in order, Susan ... i really enjoyed this poem, from its clever humor to a quest of making sense of things and perhaps finding even more ...
Bravo, bravo, bravo...
Repost or not, this was great from beginning to end and I loved every line of it sweet Susan. Ah the days of the knights, now that was a romantic era especially for a bard.
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Ron
wants and hopes and desires I'm left to revel. Pierre.
Love Tinka
Just hillarious, Susan...I wrote one like this last week to cheer a friend but I'm not sure I'd have the courage to post it! LOL...
We Belle's be watchin' out for each other's backsides!
Love you,
Miz Talah, Miz Talah who's ROTFLMAO !!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Susan
You are the eternal romantic and dreamer..
Dream on...
A Clark Gable icon exists in every generation if we believe..
Cheers
Peter
You kow I love this one Sis!;-)What a wit you are!...
Love
Eileen
Love,
Dove
Repost or not, this was great from beginning to end and I loved every line of it sweet Susan. Ah the days of the knights, now that was a romantic era especially for a bard.
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