I dreamed a dream in bed last night,
Of places most bizarre.
Of ponds of liquid lemon pie,
And ducks that played guitar.
Of perfect picture puzzle paths,
And grass of jellybeans.
Of crumpet homes and candy gnomes,
Such things I'd never seen.
Of glinting, misty marble stars,
And clouds of thick eclair.
Of crayon boats and biscuit goats,
A weird and strange affair.
I flew past trees of centipedes,
And over fondant hills.
Past eight-leg cats and purple rats,
A world so full of thrills.
I dived beneath a soapy lake,
Through plastic kelp and Bream.
And swam with rainbow octopus,
Past shores of clotted cream.
And down below the treacle waves,
I spied a feathered bee.
But with a start I woke to find,
My pillows eating me!
©2003 Gareth Lancaster
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On 03/08/2013 at 16:38 GMT sophie from england wrote:
"this is a good but weird poem and the end of it the finding my pillows eating me was creepy but i know every one knows that.(that's my comment , SOPHIE OUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)"