It seems
the weather-filled rain
has affected my sleep
my river of dreams
was never this deep
my bed is a boat
the floor never drains
crossing the moat
the oars give me pains
my current situation
I think I am hating
my bed is all wet
and for morning I'm wading
Chuck, SO, there is NO possibility that there is a leak in the roof, - - - right? - - - or that you can blame it on a water-bed leak? - - - or a supposed friend 'dunked' your hand while you were snoring? O.K.! - - - I give up! (I tried!) Grab your S.C.U.B.A. gear, and head to bed! B.V.A.
I like the idea but don't understand weather-filled rain... rain-filled weather? yes- but, that's minor. Perhaps the dreams are recurrent from many years before when first you heard romantic wetting bells, or was that Pavlovian? Nice humorous write when I get past the hurdles of misunderstanding.
Worth the wait Mr A. Ironic effect of this poem is that when people read it, they'll laugh so hard... Hugs Anna xxx
From Poetry in Motion to this - very nice! I have to echo Linda's words, below. Go, boy, go (on posting, that is) ! ! ! Est : ]
Hey, Chuckles: What was that Billy Joel song way back - River of Dreams, I think. Chuck, you are so funny but well expressed at the same time. I enjoy your off-the-wall ideas. Scarlett
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lol..what a dream Charles! hehe.. This was a neat little poem!