It’s Fun To Dream

I dream of elephants drenching constabulary,
a blue force
in abject shock
stare pleadingly at me.
Fantasy sycophants lacking vocabulary,
mouths aghast
then, from mammoth cocks
a semen tsunami.
Splashing and crashing arbitrarily,
plod sousing,
I turn and walk.
Laughter satiates me.
And giggling I wake.