Nightmare

Friends I have this recurrent nightmare
About a girl I once met in a fair
Who has shiny, long, black hair
And can easily be on the cover of Vanity Fair.

She said, "Let's go and stay
At a lonely beach far, far away
On a kingsize mattress we will lay
While the sun shines, you can make hay".

I immediately took up her offer
For I cannot make a damsel suffer
I cleared the cash in my coffer
And caught a non stop flight to sunny Down Under.

When I landed with her on my arm
Grinning widely and full of charm
We got a taxi ride to a local farm
Where the cows were big and their milk warm.

Then came the shock of my life
Standing at the door was my furious wife
A broom in one hand and the other held a knife
Both of them, then, beat the shit out of my life.

Cheers to a good life!
Joydeep