Last night I had the strangest dream
It was silly from beginning to end
I had to laugh and then wonder if
I'd finally gone around the bend
My boss and I went grass sliding
On the steep hill behind my house
We made our sleds of paper plates
So tiny they would only hold a mouse
We headed straight for a telephone pole
Laughing as we approached our doom
Saved just in time by my trusty alarm
And the morning light filling the room...
Trust me, my boss is a lovely lady
Given to more quiet and ladylike pursuits
And there she was, sliding away
Dressed in one of her best Armani suits...
Hard to imagine that this story is true
Oh, I forgot to add, I was ill with the flu...