Dreams Unseen

She asked him clipping a nip into her voice 'Why can't you write about my dreams? ' With a smile dripping out of his lips he answered in high esteem 'How would I know them your dreams, your fillips? ' 'You try to get into their stream! ' The chair pushed back she rose and left The coffee mug abandoned on the other side of the table hot and fuming still begging a soft kiss remained bewildered His umpteen poems, all of a sudden came down and rebuked 'Voracious Bard! You always sing to your glory! ' Glory? Alas! He hasn't yet seen any...