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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

Kids' baking recipes | BBC Good Food

Comments

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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  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.

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

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

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

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  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!

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    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.

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  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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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