The river flowed
With milk and cream
Washed over me
I swam upstream.
Samson was there
My trusty dog
Swimming beside me
In a thick fog.
I couldn’t make out
What lay ahead
Just trepidation and
A little dread.
Out of the shadows
I spotted a bird
It spoke English
Which was quite absurd
It directed us to
What appeared to be
An alien vessel
With free entry.
Samson and I
Were a little confused
But at the same time
A little amused.
We walked up a ramp
Slimy and white
And there before us
An unusual sight.

Mice on a wheel
Going round and round
Keeping time with
An annoying sound.
It was loud and sharp
And hurt my head
I opened my eyes
I was in bed.

Was it a nightmare
Or was it a dream
Or an alternate world
Of milk and cream?

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