Drinking Rum with Obama

In a dream,
I had a tiny beer mug
And a shot glass.

I dripped the liquor from the shot glass
Into the tiny beer mug and sipped it.
However, I was in a Kindergarten Class
Where the rum wasn't allowed
So I hid it, but Obama and I 
Were cool.
We were just watching a movie with the kids.
Obama was sitting jovially with me---
He really is a nice dude---
As I sipped on a little, tiny beer mug of rum
Pouring from the shot into the smaller beer mug, just enough to taste.
It was very modest, you must understand.
I was very diligent to drink only the slightest bit
So I could never be called irresponsible.
And I could taste the rum, and it tasted delicious.
But, it soon began to spill all over me
As I transferred the rum from the two cups
So, at last, I took a healthy swig
From the original shot glass
When I became impatient with spilling
The rum all over myself.

Finally, it was time for me to leave.
So, I wrapped the rum up in a shirt
To sneak it out of school.
Obama had left, and was at the staircase of the daycare
After the two of us were done watching the movie;
We were both the teachers of the class.
And, I picked up the rum
Very carefully,
But still dropped it onto the floor.
It didn't take much
But the glass shattered everywhere
And rum poured out over everything.
So I tried to clean it up.
But, the kids all wanted to play
Around in the area where I dropped
The bottle, and they all wanted to help me.
For, they must have felt my equal
And didn't respect my authority
Because I had brought alcohol into their school.
However, I scolded them
Because they were walking all over glass
And were only in kindergarten.
It would be more dangerous to allow them to help
When I was thirty years old and responsible for them. 
One little guy in particular thought I was threatening him
When he couldn't hear me over the din
But all I was trying to tell him was that
He was playing over glass, where he could get splinters.
He thought I was saying "Knife" and was trying to kill him,
But I was saying "Glass."
I struggled with a vacuum cleaner I had found
To pick up all the shards
But the kids thought it was playtime
And tackled me, hindering even the slightest bit of work.

Obama was gone,
So, soon, my older relatives came into
The room. My mother
My Cousin, and someone I hadn't ever seen before
Who was about my age.
And, they cleaned up my mess;
Which, I was trying to clean it up
Myself, but the kids weren't helping.
Instead they were poking at my eyes
And prodding at me with their toys.
They were liable to get cuts from walking all over the glass
But, I was like one of those bad teachers
Who had lost control of her classroom.
But, my mother came and picked them up all off me
And so did my Cousin, and so did this other woman
About my age, and very interestingly enough.
The situation got resolved.