Thursday, September 22, 2011

BEST OF TIMES

The best of times,
the worst of times,
not much of a poem,
but it rhymes.

Hey! its not a crime!






I, too, dream
but mostly
of ice cream
stained deeply
in these sheets
where I lie
and dream
mostly
of ice cream

and sometimes
other
erroneous
wet dreams
slipping in
unforeseen
between these
soiled sheets
where
i mostly dream
of ice cream

and what
my dear friend
does
one like you
dare dream
unforeseen
and does it
involve cream?

feel free to scream














2 comments:

Ygraine said...

Lots of meaning though. Great poem :)

richard said...

Thanks, Ygraine.