CHEESE BEFORE BED
Julia Line, dreamer.
To be read to the tune of My Favourite Things.
To be read to the tune of My Favourite Things.
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| How's that for an inkstand? |
Green runner beans in a lightening sky;
Rafts of meercats sculling by.
Azure inkstands, lollypop trees;
A shiny, red money box stuffed full of bees.
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| Boo! |
Carnival clowns with sinister eyes;
Fly-tipping noblemen cantering by.
Lobsters with acne, scallions at dawn,
Ginger beer sundaes topped off with a prawn.
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| Best I could do so you'll have to use your imagination girls. |
Pink London taxis on Baltimore streets;
Naked striped bobbies patrolling theirs beats.
Lances and leopards, gorillas in clogs.
No wonder the country has gone to the dogs.
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| Gone to the dogs - best bit of the dream. |
What can be happening?
What does it all mean?
Why eating blue cheese mates
Will mess with your dreams!
Wake up, wake up .......
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Thought for the day: If I was a Professor of Dreams (POD)
would I be offered a Chair or a Bed at Dreamville University?
Very silly Julia, go and find something useful to do at once.
Oh my! Now I will have that tune and your words stuck in my head all day! As well as that dreadful clown image! You are a fiendish individual! :-)
ReplyDeleteThere ARE some bobbies who should never, never be viewed without clothing...on the flipside of that...there are many who should be in a "special" calendar :D
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