I dreamed of Monica and
I at a five star hotel
eating a sublime desert.
‘When You’re Smiling’
was playing and we sang
along with the other guests.
I was wearing
a red silk slip
with matching gloves.
Suddenly, George C. Scott
was beside me, saying quietly
“That’s quite a look.”
I explained to him that my wife said
I would make an ugly woman and
I was out to prove her wrong.
Now what do you suppose that means?
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