I had two dreams last night,
that a mob of secret agents and I
traveled through time
and had to dress up in long black robes and ties
and vanquish an army of undead Death Eaters on horses
by crowding into a puppet auditorium
and singing insults at them.
After fourteen hours, we won.
Then everybody shook hands
and threw confetti.
It was a war so famous that the people in that land
(it was a paper cutout version of Slovakia, I heard)
printed transcripts of it on cereal boxes.
I like the last stanza a lot. *in a british accent* A lot, a lot.
ReplyDelete"It was a war so famous that the people in that land
(it was a paper cutout version of Slovakia, I heard)
printed transcripts of it on cereal boxes"
Haha, thank you!
ReplyDeleteThis wasn't technically a poem, however.