Really weird dream from Saturday night

Really weird dream from Saturday night

A Poem by poetdweller
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bears, minigolf, statues, and magical houses

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Three of us

Walked alone

Across a evening golfcourse,

We checked and couldn’t play,

We weren’t twenty.

Three of us,

One was I,

One was short, skinny, buzzed hair,

Blonde and cross country runner,

My brother.

The other was his best friend,

In a giant version of my little brothers bronco jacket

His serious outlook on life,

His glasses shining in the sun

So

The three of us

Played minigolf,

But I failed from the many jumps on the course,

Almost a mini rollercoaster

But then I saw my friend,

Her curly brown hair tied back,

Porcelain skin in a gentle smile,

With her parents, one bald the other jolly.

They were allowed to gold so I left the two and joined their three.

The four of us golfed,

Until the owls were awake,

And the darkness was gently lolling the trees.

We went to one last course

And there stood a bear, slightly moving.

“Hey look at the cool statue.”

What were they smoking?

“Uh, guys, that ain’t a statue.”

“Yes it-”

The bear roared and charged

We ran screaming into a house that had magically appeared but it followed

WE ran around outside, everywhere.

The two of them,

Were still minigolfing,

And didn’t notice

We were being mauled by bears.

© 2008 poetdweller


Author's Note

poetdweller
ignore my ain't and bad grammar, ur just jealous of my spelling skills T_T

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This dream poem really made me smile, especially the oblivious parents ignoring the prospective mauling....The statue reminded me of Don Giovanni's story in the poems changing scenes. I am not jealous! I feel much better about my spelling skills, which are crap too!lol Smiling at you, Tai

Posted 16 Years Ago



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