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Gedicht: The fantastic dream

I was dreaming
I was riding
on the back of a broom
everything went without a hitch
and I was given a ride by a witch
on her shoulder she carried a purple lizzard
she flew through a raging snowblizzard
way high up in the sky
don't even ask me why
but I fell down
with a frown
and I was screaming
because I fell
directly into hell
my God what's that smell
I asked Mefisto for the way out
he just told me to take the right route
so I asked a simple country squire
he showed me directions to the hell-fire
I got a sting
by the tip of a wing
of a scarlet flying dragon
so I hopped on his wagon
I sent him to a busstop downtown
and set the final countdown
on thirteen
to get awakened out of this dream
and when I finally awoke
someone told me it all had been a joke.