Dining With Ingrid
Ingrid Bergman visited me
in a dream last night.
She was young and beautiful.
She called my name,
and I looked up to see her
seated opposite me
in some uptown diner.
She was wearing the same
pleated skirt and striped top
(with bare midriff showing)
that she wore in "Notorious."
I was slightly taken aback
when she began playing footsie
with me under the table,
but I did nothing to stop her.
She had a glint in her eye
and a smile on her face.
I was aroused, naturally.
Then the food arrived.
Evidently we had both
ordered the same dish:
grilled Mediterranean sea bass,
with a potato salad.
I normally love sea bass,
but for some reason the texture
was weird this time.
It tasted like I was
chewing on a cotton sheet!
Then I awoke, and found...
I WAS chewing on a cotton sheet!
-RH-
Dining With Ingrid
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