I Dreamt I Was A Tea Bag

I had a dream the other night

in which I wasn’t me.
I’ll tell you all about it
while we drink our breakfast tea …

I dreamt I was a sausage;

commander of a flight,
upon a spaceship bound for Mars
out in the starry night.

Next, I became a muffin

with egg and hollandaise,
reciting a soliloquy
from one of Shakespeare’s plays.

I morphed into a slice of toast

all buttered on a plate,
elected as the Governor
of California State

who turned into a strawberry

dressed in a thermal vest
and crampons on the northwest face
of snowy Everest.

A small and tasty mushroom

was what I then became,
tap dancing in a sparkly suit
while seeking wealth and fame.

Then as a juicy baked bean

with lots of beany chums,
I played within an orchestra
upon the kettledrums.

Until I was a tea bag

afloat within a brew,
along with Jim the jellyfish
and Bob the kangaroo.

So while we have eggs Benedict,

our fry up, toast and jam,
I’d like to know your thoughts about
how weird you think I am …