Mideastern Dream
Iran thru the Qatar wearing airJordans. The skies opened up and I was caught in Bahrain storm.
“Saudi, padner," said a ghostly figure that appeared before me.
“Saudi to you, and I’m not your padner. Is this a dream?” I asked the vision?
“Israel," it replied.
“Oman, it CAN'T be real.”
“”Kuwait a while and you’ll discover it’s no dream!” said the ghostly figure.
“This is freaking me out so much that now I’m Iraq,” I said.
“Yeman, I bet you are,” the vision replied as he lifted up some dark beer in a Palestine.”
“Tell you what, I’ll split and leave you in peace," said the ghost. "I’ll even leave two great holiday gifts for your trouble,"
he said as he took a Turkey wing and placed it under a Cyprus Xmas tree.
“Egypt me!” I thought as I looked at the crappy little turkey leg. Just then, my mother’s late sister appeared
and I experienced my Levant. Syria-slee! |
