A Fantasy
If I close my eyes
I can be six feet tall instead of five
Slim and elegant, wealthy, too
Live in a grand house
With a harbour view
Have servants at my beck and call
I wouldn't have to work at all
Could talk on the telephone all day
Simply wave the bills away
Turn my nose up at baked beans
My chefs would cook the best cuisine
"Pheasant under glass, old boy"
Vintage wines, oh what a joy
As I read the Telegraph
My shares have soared
Oh, what a laugh
Sweet music softly plays
In the background of this haze
This world is only known to me
If I close my eyes
.....A fantasy
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