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Poetry Friday -A Weird Dream

I quite consciously went looking for fun this week. It is important to let humour reach you, particularly in times of challenge. A necessary diversion. A place to get lost for a short while, before returning to the other world- the real world.

So, I am sharing a poem about a dream I may or may not have had after eating way too much at a party once. 

The poem was nestling in my current notebook. I wrote it back in late January. Hope you like it. 

A Weird Dream

I had a weird dream last night
Cute boy having stomach ache | Premium VectorIt is still inside my head
Visions strange and curious
Are filling me with dread

Lions lounged beside a lake
A small rat squatted on a birthday cake
I gazed up at a tartan sky
As a numbat chomped on a blackbird pie

A llama in a leotard
Cartwheeled down the street
While possums danced in a conga line
With gumboots on their feet

Two young girls with barbed wire hair
Threw fairydust into the air
While high in a tree an elephant sat
Singing songs to a mouse in a bowler hat

Small round men
In polka dot pants
Spun high in the air
Then proceeded to dance

Such strange visions
And I think I know why
It might have been
My three helpings of pie

Those five cream buns
And a large cherry tart
A mountain of lollies
-It all played a part

A litre of soft drink
A packet of Smarties
-This is what happens
At kid's birthday parties.

Alan j Wright

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  1. Love it! thanks for making me smile. Lots of whimsy here.

    1. Smiling is good Sally. Glad to have brought it on.

  2. The smiles are much appreciated with this delightful, nonsensical poem!

    1. My pleasure Kay. Humour is essential in these difficult days to help us maintain a balance. Keep smiling.

  3. Sounds like quite the party! But where's the ice cream? You can't have a birthday party without ice cream. ;)

    1. There was ice-cream Michelle - in the original version, but it melted, so I left it out.

  4. Now that's a party I want to be at! Thanks for the invitation!

    1. My pleasure Christie. Constraint is advised due to possible weird dream effects...

  5. I love the llama in a leotard! And when the poem got to the list of things you ate, I was laughing out loud.

    1. Good for you! Pleased the visuals were strong. Keep laughing, its good for your health.

  6. I had weird dreams last night, too! ...but not THAT weird!!!

    1. Write it down Mary Lee. Write it down. It could be the beginning of something quite memorable.

  7. How delightfully wonderful, loved the "fairydust" being flung "into the air. Thanks for the diversion, reminds me a bit of Ogden Nash, and oh would this be fun to illustrate, thanks Alan!

    1. I hadn't thought about the illustrations, but I have a friend who is an accomplished illustrator who would have lots of fun with this, now that you mention it. Glad you found a momentary diversion in my words Michelle.

  8. Giggle! I think that I have had dreams affected by food before too, now that I think of it. Thank you for turning our faces toward the light. We need humor now. Gratitude and health to you. x

    1. I am sure food induced dreams are a common experience Amy, and as you say, we all need some humour right now.

  9. Fun poem! I think my teeth hurt just reading it! Thanks for the smiles. : )

    1. Unintended consequences Bridget. A bit of mix of responses there with aching teeth and smiles. Poetry can be like that, cant it?

  10. It is funny how we think certain foods make us have weird dreams. My husbands swears by watermelon.

    1. Maybe that's why I'm not a big fan of watermelon Margaret. Is it the seeds?

  11. Thanks for deliberately sending some fun our way. I appreciate it!

    1. I'm pleased to have redirected matters in the direction of fun and frivolity.


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