Technically Friday Poetry Blogging: Now with annotations
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I CAN HARDLY WAIT FOR THE SANDMAN - Ogden Nash
There are several differences between me and Samuel Taylor Coleridge, whose bust I stand admiringly beneath;
He found solace in opium, I found it in Codman's Bayberry Chewing Gum, at least until it started loosening my teeth.
Another difference between me and Samuel Taylor Coleridge is more massive in design:
People used to interrupt him while he was dreaming his dreams, but they interrupt me while I am recounting mine.
Now, if anybody buttonholes you to tell you about how they dreamt they were falling, or flying, or just about to die and they actually would have died if they hadn't woken up abruptly,
Well, they deserve to be treated interruptly,
But when somebody with a really interesting dream takes the floor,
I don't think people ought to break away and start listening to the neighborhood bore.
Therefore I feel I need offer no apology
For having gathered a few of my more representative dreams into a modest anthology.
Once I dreamt I was in this sort of, you know, desert with cactuses only they were more like caterpillars and there were skulls and all the rest,
And right in the middle of this desert was a lifeboat with the name Mary Celeste,
And if I hadn't woken up because the heat was so blistery,
Why, I bet I would have solved this mystery of nautical history.
Another time I dreamt I was climbing this mountain although actually it was more like a beach,
And all of a sudden this sort of a merry-go-round I forgot to tell you about turned into a shack with a sign saying, LEDA'S PLACE, SWANBURGERS 10¢ EACH.
I hope you will agree that of dreams I am a connoisseur,
And next time I will tell you about either how I dreamt I went down the rabbit hole or through the looking glass, whichever you prefer.