I dreamed <br />that I was chosen <br />to prepare <br />for cruel tasks <br />in daylights shimmer <br />to succeed. <br /> <br />The ghosts <br />in the deep waves <br />they duly screamed, <br />but missed the glimmer <br />of the crap we <br />then appealed. <br /> <br />He was a lawyer <br />he had studied volume nine, <br />but was quite ignorant <br />drank wheaten beer, not wine, <br />and when she came <br />across the bitumen <br />as such, <br />he took her hand <br />and (as a first) <br />he craved her touch.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chosen-2/
