I was instructed by my companions
Not to record my dreams
As this was not permitted
The flower girl told me
That she was going to ride me to death
But I told her that I preferred
Sets of steps designed during
The Georgian Period
I was in the Magic City
It was New Years Eve
My phone battery was low
Because I had been recording
The beauty of the city
A storm was due
The skies were black
In the distance the rugby posts
Were majestic above the pitch
The were due to suffer a lightning strike
Which would destroy them
I felt for these rugby posts
The city was an inland city
In a landlocked country
But it had views to the sea
I sat on the harbour wall
And watched as a couple of kids
As they tried to recover a loudspeaker
From the sea
Scott Joplin’s Ragtime
I loved his music
As it was echoing around me
One of the kids sold me the loudspeaker
And for an hour I was Ragtime Bess
I will ride you to death said Sonia
That will not happen I told her
That is not Scott Joplin’s Ragtime
I began to gave my doubts
That is the Ragtime of Scott Hayden
Joplin died of Syphilis
Hayden died of Tubercolosis
That is how I can tell the difference
This made me unhappy
As although I liked the music
The urchins had lied to me
I threw the speaker into the sea
Where it was soon rescued by a tug
The Wonderful World of Shipping
I could hear the Ragtime
As the ships passed
But what of my companions
They would be worried about me
So I headed towards the centre of the city
The storm has broken
It was raining heavily
But I stayed dry
As you do not get wet in dreams
I was in the Georgian part of the city
The houses boasted large windows
And everything was quite symmetrical
I stood in front of the Georgian steps
That led up to the highest point in the city
They worried me as I was told that they were symmetrical
Whereas to the naked eye they were obviously asymmetrical
My phone rang my friends were coming to get me
They would meet me at the highest point in the city
The flower girl told me
That she was going to ride me to death
They found me dressed in her tatty clothes
An hour or so later dead quite dead quite dead