Dream of Celebrities I

Met some famous people in a dream I had last night. Meeting and greeting them was surely my delight, However, the way they mingled was more than I could bear. There actions made me worry and made me stop and stare. The Duke, John Wayne, was poised with a gun there in his hand. Mae West was there, too, looking for many a one-night stand. Groucho, Harpo and Chico were chasing the women away. While Nero, with his fiddle, all he could do, was play. Nary a one, had given notice to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. Be careful with your money, there goes Bonnie and there goes Clyde. Gandhi, who was trying to gain peace within himself, Was being hit, on the head, by a unicorn and an elf. Marilyn was careful that the photographers wouldn’t see, But, it was too late for her, for they saw J F Kennedy. Lincoln was doing his best to calm old Mary Todd back down Because she saw him with Lana Turner and it turned his head around. Plato and Socrates were in a scuffle over life. King Henry the 8th was there, seeking out a wife. Both Hepburn and Tracy were there spouting out their lines And the entire Barrymore family had just run out of wine. The Mick and Ole Blue Eyes were there exchanging notes On all the girls and liquor, that surely got there votes. Poor Elvis, in the corner, was struggling with dessert, While Gypsy Rose Lee was dancing, lifting up her skirt. Too many of these famous people for me to say I know Therefore, from this poem, now, I will have to go. But, if I get the time to write some more of this for you Then please check back, again, for this poem, number two.