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Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today”

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today
I must acquaint the modern English student with its grace

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today
I must acquaint the modern English student with its grace:
In principio erat verbum, and so (ergo) I rest my case"

I dreamed at last I was in Eden, naked as can be

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today
I must acquaint the modern English student with its grace:
In principio erat verbum, and so (ergo) I rest my case"

I dreamed at last I was in Eden, naked as can be
"Oh, bug me not!" I said to Eve beside the fateful tree

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today
I must acquaint the modern English student with its grace:
In principio erat verbum, ergo, I rest my case"

I dreamed at last I was in Eden, naked as can be
"Oh, bug me not!" I said to Eve beside the fateful tree
And so began primeval sin and gender’s tug of war

(Changed line four of stanza five to eliminate an extra beat, thanks to some advice from the UK)

Sweet Dreams

I dreamed I saw a country parson with an English rose
Who held the flower in his hand, then stuffed it up his nose
"The Vicar and the Deacon gave me rose seeds", he explained
"And I scattered them in silence all alongside Penny Lane".

I dreamed I saw Osiris with a monkey on his back
He was chasing saparris up and down a railroad track
In a slow moving vehicle, a one-man trolley car
The monkey wanted LukeJavan. Osiris wanted more!

I dreamed I rode a speed bike down a San Francisco street
Beside me was a Danish tart (and not the kind you eat)
Our penny-farthing came to rest against a cellar door
We quit the race, became unchaste (2 wheels, 2 squeals, 1 floor)

I dreamed that Dr. Goodword and Pope Francis were best friends
The word-wise pair would make frank comments on linguistic trends
“What’s up with Latin, Book Worm Bob?” the Holy Father said
"Can caring spirits save it, or will dunces strike it dead?"

I dreamed the Doc replied: "I'll choose some words that will display
The footprints of that classic tongue surviving still today
I must acquaint the modern English student with its grace:
In principio erat verbum, ergo, I rest my case"

I dreamed at last I was in Eden, naked as can be
"Oh, bug me not!" I said to Eve beside the fateful tree
And so began primeval sin and gender’s tug of war
Passion and paradox, that great enigma at our core!

THE END

Wow!

My favorite so far!!!!!!!!!!!

Well, congratulations on another wonderful poem. One with a rather high bar, too. Using member names in each line is quite a feat. Kudos. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say I look forward to the next installment. Valentine's Day, perhaps? And then St. Pat's, pretty please?

Many thanks for your kind remarks.

Valentine's Day sounds good.

Steve