The murmuring of the audience increased in volume as he spat out formulaic provocations.
In times gone by,
my tummy looked bloated
Yes, I slept funny
It was no laughing matter
Left shoulder blade, seized
I imagined the scene and the aftermath, shocked faces turned towards me.
Conversations in dreams are as normal as it gets,
Handshakes, introductions and farewells.
Plus everything in between you'd expect,
From understandings to confusements.
It all seems pretty normal to me. (read more)