With the empty green bottle in hand,
he found himself back at the exclusive club
where the sophisticated people milled about,
dropping names while drinking champagne
served in the entrance foyer.
A quite haughty yet beautiful woman
approached him, stepped out of her dress
and sat in the seat next to his,
her attire falling to her ankles.
She stated that only he, presently,
and her husband, not in attendance,
had peeked the enhanced cleavage
created by her push-up under garments.
The spotlight turned from the singer
upon the stage toward her
to highlight her ample bosom
though the emerald necklace around her neck
produced a glare that blinded his stare
and caused him to fall forward
while the band played
“Good Golly Miss Molly!”
He immediately awoke,
squeezing the pillows
upon which he slept.
An hour later, he stared out
the same club’s window,
oddly enough
at the verdant lawn, drenched with rain
when a huge, black bear entered
his field of vision,
an angry bear, walking upright,
with matted fur from the ensuing cloudbursts
that created a stick-like figure
when the beast turned sideways,
lifted his head toward the pewter heavens
and roared a window shattering plea
then galloped toward the club for respite,
pounding thunderously at the door
which woke him for the second time this night.
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