The morning
Here on my marshmallow cloud
The dustman brings the real world round
As knights and damsels,they race of and
Taking with the talking clock ,the flying horse turns tail and flys the monsters turn to dust and rice ,the strangers leave my candy house which once was owned by mister mouse, the storm troopers,they slowly leave followed by a man who's green,my sword is hidden in a parcel after saving someone's castle ,yes it was a busy night
And now I have the morning light ,the dustman's noise is fading now ,a neighbours dog begins to howl .
So up I get and wash my
Face and head of to my office space.
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Author:
isituorme (
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Thanks for sharing a perfect "Fantasies of the Night Poem". The noises of the real world - postmen - milkmen - dustmen bring us back from Dream World into time & sense ! Most nights I sleep on my own - perfect opportunity to fantasise. I can empathise 'cos I meet them too - Knights - Damsels (usually in some form of distress !) - Talking clocks and the ubiquitous Flying Horse ! That was just last night. Howling dogs are the last straw - the mystic spell is broken ! I too - wash - shave and prepare for work ! I work in a College so (even in the day) I do meet Knights - lots of Damsels (most in distress) and of course Talking Clocks announcing the end of each period ! I am sure your Office is much less surreal ! Thanks fir sharing - it opened my mind ! Yours BRIAN
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