Alter Ego.
A dream I had about my so called Alter Ego. What left me puzzled was that I am a female and my other self apparently was a male.
Alter Ego. belongs to the following groups:
Art Inspired by Dreams, Everyday Life and The PatchworkCome on, the voice urged,
let me out….....
I heard the shout.
That mischief maker looking for conventions to flout.
Get down, you devil, I admonished him,
the excuses running thin for keeping him in.
My Alter Ego wanting the upper hand,
he wants to be the leader of this band.
My wild second self resents like hell,
being left on the shelf even for a short spell.
To give him his head, of this, I lived in dread.
Who would I find in the morning in my bed,
stranded, my not knowing the words he’d have said.
Hello Darling, I’d endeavour to say,
wasn’t that fun, are you okay?
How much would I pay for his night on the tiles,
for his being enticed by feminine wiles.
Came a contented yawn from the bed,
following that, a honeyed voice said,
Mmmm, you were nice,
like sugar with spice,
but sweetheart, I really have to go.
So how about, I see some dough.
I don’t want to appear mean,
but you did promise me strawberries and cream.
We’ll have them, next time, if you’re keen?
Relief profound, no embarrassing scene,
my Alter Ego gone back safely to ground.
For once in his life, he’d done me proud.
And just as I was thinking that, that wasn’t bad,
I woke up and realised,
I’d just been had.
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