Dream Interpreted

Poem By Kristina Louisa Carr

There was a nice girl named January in my dream
When fresh snow fell and ice drifted downstream
After a few weeks her mother February came around
She wore a heavy coat over a furry dressing gown
Her husband March was a funny guy and made me laugh
He atoned for the cold on Januarys and Februarys behalf

There was a woman dancing April was her first name
She was joking around all day making everyone fair game
The twins May and June have a talent for physical sport
They play ball back and forth on the sunny tennis court
July the little dog barks at Joe who is also the plumber
Playing with the kittens in the sun she enjoys the summer

Tall August is a professional clown and has curly red hair
He plays with the kids in colorful leaves at the day care
September is really handsome and wants to be an actor
But right now he is clearing fields with a bright red tractor
Big October the mailman delivers packages all over town
It has been whispered that he sometimes wears a ball gown

The neighbors son November has finally bought a new car
But it remains parked while he is worshiping the North Star
His uncle December loves all bright colors and festivities
And due to the weather he only commits to indoor activities
At the end of my dream all the people slowly disappeared
While the major Glob Al Warming ate food that was engineered

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