KING KONG DREAMS

 
I better write a poem just before I go
What it shall be about I really don't know 
Could be about my weird dream last night 
Woke up startled and with such a fright 

My dream was about that monster King Kong  
Instead of destroying buildings he played ping pong  
Of course he won the match against little old me 
For I am not the player I used to be 

After the match King Kong then shook my hand
Why I should dream this I don't understand  
I wonder what the dream analysts would think 
Especially if I told them King Kong was wearing pink