Byron's Sonnet a-b-b-a a-c-c-a; d-e-d e-d-e.

I Must Have Been Dreaming

Last night I dreamed about a friend

I’d never met him face to face

So everything was out of place

And in this dream that had no end

The last we met was sixteen years

He greeted me with joy and tears

Sobriety was a godsend

He told me he was doing fine

He had a gadget on his belt

That kept his habits right in line

His how are you was quite heartfelt

And then his gadget became mine

So I ate right and then grew svelte