I had a strange dream

An erotic dream

I was an artist

And had been commissioned

To describe my feelings

In plasticine

Which I did

I created a number

Of pornographic figures

And was later found

Naked in street

Surrounded by piles of dog shit

A Dutch girl

Helped me to my feet

And gave me her dress

An orange dress green gold green

She took my place

Near the shit

And felt the distress

That I had experienced

I made my way

To the low church

At the top of the hill

But was attacked

And knifed to death

By a decent man

As he considered me a pervert

My assassin was hailed as hero

As the town was again clean

To this day the girl who betrayed me

Has not forgiven herself

Although God forgave her long ago