Dram Dream

My submission for the Soaring Twenties Social Club symposium for September. The topic is "Dreams".

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Give me a dream dram in my dram dream
A dram dream not being what it seems.
Not a drab dream that’s dark and boring,
Nor a mad dream that’s bright and warring,
But a dream of quiet contentment
No bittering taste of resentment,
So pour a lovely nice droppa’
The golden stuff that’s good and proppa’

One dram in a smallish glass
Two dram in a flask at mass
Old dram aged twenty and more
New dram crystal clear to pour

One and all, glass by glass I fancy
Tall and small I did see them dancy
Clinking glass bodies across the stage
To meet reverent the Dream Dram Sage
Who offered Napoleon brandy
From a neat bottle that was handy, 
In the other hand a whisky vault,
Whether cask, blended, or single malt.

He offered me brandy and whisky,
A proposition I thought risky
Even dreaming, false unraveling
Of sleeping mind’s unrhymed caviling.
I asked the sage what follows after
The Dream Dram Sage roared mighty laughter:
“Awake, arise, your task here at last.
And look! Behind you, what’s passed is past.
You seek not the illusive dream dram, 
No, no, you’re hungry for the dream spam.”