Poem -

THE DREAMER

THE DREAMER

When Jimmy Roberts goes to bed 
So many things go through his head
​​​​When Jimmy starts to close his eyes 
That is when he starts to fantasise 

The dreams of Jimmy are pleasant things 
Like far off places and spreading his wings 
He always dreams of places that are warm and hot 
Like on a beach or beauty spot

Jimmy's dreams are never the same and always change 
People look at him the following morning and call him strange 
He tells them of that winning goal he scored 
Or the time he had 20 ladies in one night who he loved and adored

Poor Jimmy these dreams are not real life 
As you start your day with cornflakes and a chat to the wife
Jimmy'​​​​​​s dreams bring him happiness and joy 
I remember these dreams too when I was a boy 

 

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Tony Taylor

LOL!! LOL!!.... this is SO funny KIERAN!!......I thoroughly enjoyed this .....especially the third stanza!!.... hysterical bro!!......I can tell you had a LOT of fun writing this!!......ALL STARS!!...... well done brother poet!!.....LOVE and ROCKETS!!.......T xo ?☀✴✳

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