Promoted by Rosi
“A sweet-face man, a proper man, as one shall see in a summer’s day.” I dreamt of him this midsummer Jersey night and of the many wondrous promises he had made to our state.
Ah, I worried, “The course of true love never did run smooth.” But remembering the treasures he assured us, I boasted, “My heart is true as steel.”
Thus I determined, “I must go go seek some dewdrops here and hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear.” Alas, I found no dewdrops nor the cowslips, and I was shocked.
Indeed, I thought I heard him mutter, “Lord what fools these mortals be.”
Partly awakened, I exclaimed, “What visions have I seen! Methought I was enamored of an ass.” All was not as promised, nor was the man as proper as I had thought.
Sadly I realized, “Quick bright things come to confusion.” My dream had turned into a nightmare.
(Thanks to the Bard)