Wet Dreams
poem by:
Catherine Eliot
Written
on May 28, 2016
WET DREAMS
I'm standing in the shower,
just before I go to bed.
I close my eyes,and feel the water,
spraying on my head.
I dream I'm in a waterfall,
with palm trees all around.
Then I'm walking on a beach,
picking seashells off the ground.
Now I'm floating on a lake,
with a cold drink in my hand.
The sun is shinning bright,
and I'm getting nicely tanned.
I see a few clouds in the distance,
so I begin to head to shore.
I start to feel a couple drops,
then it begins to pour.
It's starting to feel colder,
as I'm running through the rain.
I open up my eyes,
and I see the bathtub drain.
I guess I can't keep dreaming,
So I wash up quick instead.
Because I hate cold showers,
just before I go to bed.
😆Catherine Eliot😆
Tags: happy, humor, rhyme, deep, wishful,
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Christopher Russon commented:
Well written poem.
I like it very much.
Maria Williams
commented:
Good flow to it, I like it
