A Dream of Angelina By: Mark R. Slaughter

A Dream of Angelina

By: Mark R. Slaughter

  Angelina Jolie pulled me down and kissed me slowly
As she ran her hands all over lucky me.
She whispered in my ear: I want you naked, do you hear? '
And then mutated as she spouted: 'ere's yer tea! '

Oh no, it was a dream, so very lucid and serene!
And me missus goes and wakes me just for this:
A bleedin' cup of tea - yes I know, ungrateful me -
I should be thankful for my years of wedded bliss.

But this was Angelina, not a bowl of semolina -
We were getting hot and steamy on the sofa.
Her lips were all a' pouting, Angie, Angie! ' I was shouting
And my hand was moving in to flippin' grope her!

Now every night and every day, I would beg and cry and pray,
Angelina please come back - look just don't quit.'
So did she? Don't be daft! And my wife? Well she just laughed!
Cos every night she dreams she's bonking Bradley Pitt!