Dream Machine II -The Sequel

The Dream Machine II I dived into my dream through a spaghetti hula hoop And found there’s not much room in a bowl of mushroom soup The surrounding purple pasta trees were familiar it seemed I then remembered, once before about this place I’d dreamed What was the name of the gnome from the Dream Machine? ‘Snorkel!’ Cried a voice and there he sat on a baked bean I bade him check the dream address writ on his macaroon He slid down from his baked bean on the handle of a spoon Landing on a cornflake, he announced ‘It’s my night off’ I thought I’d come here for a swim in warm beef stroganoff’ A marmalade marsupial wandered past and said ‘Hey you! Have you viewed a violet vat of volemeat vindaloo’? Snorkel said he’d seen the steam from creamy emu stew A platter of pink platypus and a can of Kangaroo Consumed with coca koala, Gatorade and a croc ice Dumplings of dried dingo dog and a wallaby wafer slice The marmalade marsupial said ‘You have been of great help’ Then he crept into a colander of cauliflower and kelp ‘So’ said Snorkel ‘Do you fancy coming for a swim’? Perhaps I’ll get the pastry chef to give my beard a trim’ An articulated aardvark asked for avocado ants A pomegranate pip popped in the pocket of my pants A Chinese chimp chomped chow and chunks of cheddar cheese Some sleazy seal sniffed snuff and snorted out a sneeze There came along a creature and I could not help but stare It had Pig’s trotters, chicken wings, potato eyes and angel hair, Frog’s legs and lady’s fingers and a head of frothy beer, A shoulder of pork, neck of lamb, and cauliflower ear I asked ‘Snorkel, do you know what is that apparition? ‘A Burmese brindled buffet beast is my supposition’ Then I trod on some tripe, tripped, and toppled on my head And I woke up to find that I had fallen out of bed