#107: So Put The Receiver Back In The Cradle (Home Again?)

So You've Worked With The Romancer,
And Studied With That Entrancer,
And Learned The Steps Of Wisdom's Prancer,
Choreographed By Life's Own Dancer . . .
And Called The Facts To Gang Up
On Your Side Against The Chancer,
The Fates That Use The Necromancer,
Pretending That They Have The Answer
For Escaping Every Hang Up.
Or:
The Baloney Ain't All That Phony!

He sounded a little bit groggy . . .
as if he'd just come to,
but he mumbled words about a dream
he'd just experienced too.

"A whopper of a nightmare, huh?"
I interrupted him.
"If it was what I think it was,
then you can count me in."

"Hey, right," he came around, "we both
were out there on that trip.
Whatever we've been drinking, Bo,
don't give me another sip!"

He scared me for a second when
he shouted, "Holy shit!
There's something glowing in my room.
What the hell is it?"

His reference made me look around,
and sure enough I saw
something glowing in a frame,
and hanging on my wall.

Carrying the phone, I stood and walked
to get a closer look.
Funny, but a word or two
was all it really took . . .

and I read aloud, "Certificate,
C Minus, Level 2."
I heard Jo laugh, "I got a B . . .
they liked me more than you."

"Are you telling me," I nearly screamed,
"that dream was all for real?
I must admit that I'm not sure
exactly how I feel."

Now Jo was up and feeling spry,
and yelling through the phone,
"It's time for us to cultivate
the seeds of learning, sown.

I'll come right over. Make some notes.
Let's see if we can find
how we hit the road from here
to better living's grind."

Growing more excited then,
I shouted, "Level 2!
Ooooweee, we gonna have a time, yeah!
What'uh we gonna do?"

I heard a rumbling sort of laugh,
my fears betraying me,
"Heh, heh, heh," faded off as I
cried, "Oh no, not Level 3!"