Did ya 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 does fulfill
The quest for knights and castles and the dreams there on the hill
The search is just bout ended when the fingers kiss the sword
Of the knight in shining armor and the title of "My Lord"
For Sir Knight has come to save you from a fate 'worse than hell
As the dragon's fire does lick the toes of one gorgeous 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 yet the bodice of her silky , lacey dress
Then the eyes of this 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 our eyes awake to daily mundane strife.
Perchance to live in cartoon dreams that never make us sick
Fore go the wars and death today with all the 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 so 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...the 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...
Then I waken with the evil grin of one that knows the ropes
I'll wait for chance to dream tonight...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.

© Susan K. Rowse

Let's get political like all good poets do some time.