Dream Poem by Hardik Vaidya

The train breezed in slow,
I fell tumbled and rolled,
The platform turned green,
I looked up it was brimming with sheen,
Three grizzly's could see,
One little fella took a liking for me,
Came slowly at first, then dashed like a bee,
Before I knew what happened, my lazy lard was free,
He turned into a chipmunk, was pretty as she could be,
Standing in front, was singing silently,
I never spoke, never thought, never wrote poetry,
Must have turned and and tossed then
And lost my childhood visiting me.