Day-Dreamer

We are in Committee, minutes read, And we alert as hares Ready for the business now ahead, Until the usual bore becalms desire. Sincere intent is quickly led astray And daydreams reappear, inevitable as tides In which I gladly wade and lapse, Considering first an acronym for ass On which our lady "chair", I must confess, Is cushioned with abundance. Though small of stature, seated she grows tall. I dream now of two peaches Which I eat upon a sunlit beach in paradise, Where she must bounce along, Dressed only in a thong, Deliciously swaying but only for my eyes. Now I'm no engineer so cannot figure Out the pure mechanics of the female walk. Mesmerizing is the only word that suits! But anyway, why talk? It is enough to follow and admire. Yet I digress, but so do you in dreams. That acronym for ass.. Association of sausages stranglers? Will that pass? Naw! Area for serious surveys is better. But then am I brought back to sudden life. The double chin that wobbled as he spoke Is now at rest. Loud sighs erupt to wake me up. Yet am I lost, a Martian who alights Upon an unknown planet. You know the feeling of being somewhere else, And wondering who the hell these others are. At last, I whisper to my colleague to my left: "His mouth is not agape And yet there is no masking tape. How odd." She starts to giggle. Oh, I am that cruel sort Who loves a giggler and with vile intent Determines to have them giggle more. She makes me giggle too until a hard look From the chair dismisses our frivolity. What cheek, I grumble. It was her delicious double which led me first astray!