THE  MORNING AFTER

by Janet Jenkins

I dreamt was Ginger Rogers dancing with Fred Astaire

As he twirled me round the film set I felt I was dancing on air

I dreamt I was Carmen Miranda with fruit piled high on my head

My peaches were ripe and juicy, my apples crisp and red

I dreamt I was Freddie Flintoff pointing my bat towards the crowd

I'd just scored a century at Lords, I was patriotic and proud

I dreamt I was a stunning stripper spinning my tassels round

Men were totally mesmerised as I strutted up and down

I woke up cold and naked with a banana in one hand

In the other a bat made of willow, I felt completely canned

On my feet I was wearing tap shoes, a jet-black shiny pair

'The dreams' were suddenly real and I was the worse for wear

A short bio by Janet Jenkins

I’m a retired Nursery Headteacher and live in Hednesford, Staffordshire, near Cannock Chase.

My main interests are writing, gardening, and the theatre.

I started writing poetry for 3-5 year olds when I became a teacher in 1983

I didn’t write any ‘grown-up stuff’ until 2000; then only a few poems and always in rhyme.

I became more prolific when I joined a local group called The Lichfield Poets in 2006

 I now write in a variety of styles and also take part in regular public readings and performances.