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! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY LADY'S PLEASURE by ROBERT GRAHAM CUMNOR HALL by WILLIAM JULIUS MICKLE THE WATER-LILY by JOHN BANISTER TABB THERE WAS A BOY (VERSION 1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A WINTER PIECE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH A SONNET. LOVE'S CONTRARIETY by PHILIP AYRES |