I dreamt of a river full of juice,
but in it swam fish that you could catch with a rope tied like a noose.
They jumped like kangaroos bounding through the outback bush,
Their little faces were smiling with a little hot flush.
They had arms which they used to wave,
A wave of ‘Hello’ not one to save!
Funniest looking fish that you wouldn’t want to eat,
The kind of fish you would take home for your grandmother to meet.
I awoke with a splash of color I had
Turned prickly pear orange,
Those funny waving fish had turned my brain to blancmange.
© C Webber 2017