The Dream

Mr Clements pointed at me

The other hand with a cup of tea.

“Sam”, he shouted, “I dreamt about you.”

“You slapped my face.” But it wasn’t true

As I sank down in my chair,

Mr Clements gave me an evil glare.

But of cause I know it isn’t true; let’s just hope that he thinks that too.

by Sam

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