(A fictional composite)
by Jonathan Caswell
He dreamt of his lovely Colleen
All dolled up as a queen…
Someone to adore,
Young forever more,
His wolfishness sounded obscene.
He dreamt of flowing hair,
What color he sure didn’t care…
She was lovely in black
Or red, blonde, no lack
Of interest in who was underneath there!
He dreamt of his sweet Colleen
Who could fulfill all of his dreams….
From running the show
To her inner glow
That flowed out of her like light beams.
His Colleen beyond compare
Chose him to produce her heirs…
Both boys and girls
To their parents were pearls
Who in the joys of love walked on airs.
(AUTHOR’S DEDICATION: This is to anyone named Colleen who may wish to fulfill this dream for someone, or for any man having this dream…may you find your “Colleen”.)