I had a dream 

A very strange dream 

I hardly featured in my dream 

My name is Edgar Allen Poe 

Doorman and Cloakroom Attendant 

A large American company 

Had booked out the Huntingdon 

To celebrate the founders birthday 

It was a splendid affair 

With no expense spared 

Everything was free 

This said there was were uncomfortable undertones 

Which had in my view similarities to the Harrad Experiment

This obviously was not my scene 

As I am the Son of God 

The greater idea was for the employees 

No matter their station 

 To be paired off for a long weekend 

They would be expected to share everything 

Or nothing at all 

Tony was from the Accounts Department 

And he was paired off with Nichola 

Who he knew slightly from the Media Department 

To break the ice it was suggested 

That the swimming pool should be used 

Tomy was a little reticent about this 

As he thought himself too skinny and pale

Nichola had no such qualms 

And he found that the group adrenaline soon conquered his shyness

A formal dinner followed 

Each employee was expected to bring a Christmas card 

Even though May was only three days old 

Later I chatted to Tony

Whilst I waited for the Night Porter to arrive 

He hold me that his twin had become inebriated quite quickly

Which was unusual as she was of formal character

She told him that her cat was named Bradford 

And that she looked forward to sharing their room 

Many possibilities might have presented themselves

But no advantage or liberties were taken    

She had thrown up and asked him to share her bath 

Her party dress was left soaking in the sink 

He had left her asleep in the bed deep of her dreams 

And returned at intervals whilst I was on duty 

My dream ended with Tony and Nichola 

Sleeping in each others arms 

The Night Porter had called in sick 

Trust is a wonderful thing 

A dream within a dream within a dream