I dreamt '

Twas in a dream on a moonlit night, though bitter cold the stars were
Bright, as i travelled i spied in the light
A witless wandering davosite..How was
He such.? That I should know.? I noted
The glassy eyes, and leather shorts just
So, their shade of pink, looked quite out
Of scene..and the pvc headgear shiny too
Clean..i approached him silently...He
Swivelled around I locked eyes with his
They were like dead fish eyes.' He gave a
Strangled sound.' I did a quick goosestep
Upon the spot, he followed suit ( I said that
Was hot.') I told him I was from Barrosa South Aus, deep undercover he sorta knew
Where that was.' I told hem he was causing
Climate damage ( being so hot.') Would he
Care to not be such a baggage, also i
 said i
Had a playt-a-roo..If he'd come i'd show
 it him too.' Off we went to a cave i knew, where ice cold stalagtites upwards grew i
Got him positioned..Told him to close his eyes, and he would get an ass-stound-ing
Surprise.' Straight away i jumped on his chest i clung like a koala till his rear end was im-pressed' onto a stalagmite i'd thought best, i got each foot on his shoulders and my seventeen stones drove
That stone icicle, to places better not known.? I patted his pvc helmeted head and told him his planetary contribution was
Dead, on target and dead on time..I was also filled, with peace and relief' that it was his fate not mine.'
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Etgen-Baker Avatar
February 11, 2026 at 3:02 PM
jusr wow...thought these words were creative: A witless wandering davosite..How was He such.? That I should know.? I noted The glassy eyes, and leather shorts
Maverick Avatar
February 11, 2026 at 7:11 PM
And the best of it for him..Was he got me on A good day Sara..? Or dream and get to address the climate sit-u-ation and Other idealogical spikes in a tunnel he would feel at home in.'
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