Dream Genie
i was a
float and
we were on
a boat but
it was
also
like the
noteless
bobbing
bottle that
maybe con
tained
some
thing
to drink
but as luck
as the Irish
would have
it only
held and
had a wish
granter
i even
hit it
ketchup
style but
go figure
nothing
came out
but an old
genie that went
through the usual
spiel of one wish and
only one so
watch what you
wish for because my
ship mate
immediately
asked for water
to all be
turned in
to guinness
so it was
approved
as far as i
knew it appeared
i could drink
the ocean
but realizied then
when i needed
to pee
i'd have to
fill my boat
because why
would i want
to drink a
glass of
my
own
sea
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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