Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, PIPE DREAMS: 7, by WILLIAM A. PHELON


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PIPE DREAMS: 7, by                    
First Line: Dreamed I was in dreamland. Say, wah kee
Last Line: And there we'll rest in sweet atrocious ease!
Subject(s): Dreams; Nightmares


DREAMED I was in Dreamland. Say, Wah Kee,
Roll up a double card, and set it here,
That I may have another, larger dream,
The smokiest vision of the stem-dream year.

First, William Hodge came climbing o'er the fence,
Thumping his ears against the picket-points,
And singing merrily, "Hilee, hilo—
I eat blue oysters, cream sauce on their joints."

Then Luna Park moved over with a rush,
And Glenmore Davis, with a load of glue,
Pasted them into one shape, while he cried:
"Sheeps are but sheeps, while goats are ever true."

"Not so," said Victor Herbert—"come with me,
Where inkwells blossom into scarlet mules,
And I will show you cornet-solos on
A basket-hat. Her eyes are just like pools

Of violet milk—her feet have lovely hoofs,
Polished with egg-plants—here, one George Beban
Shouted: "Thou'rt dotty, and thee talkest like
Joe Weber eating a tomato can."

A lovely maiden, with an orange face,
Enmeshed in grapefruit, squealed, "There was a frog
Insulted me—he said I'd never be
A leading lady, since I owned no dog."

Oh, let us go, friend Wah, where apple hills
Are gayly gargling, and potato trees
Are in full blossom. Take the pipes along,
And there we'll rest in sweet atrocious ease!





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