I had a dream last night,
it was of bothersome dimensions.
To dwell on dreams
it always has
created undue tensions.
I can't explain the contents now,
perhaps I never will.
But I remember very clearly how,
that all was very, very still.
And Hannibal was ante portas.
The dream then ended
it was when in my veggie garden
the Kookaburras started s(h) itting.
And then they started laughing.