Mister Dreamweaver Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

'Oh Mister DreamWeaver...
I thought you said,
We'd soon be coming out of the woods?
But why is it getting darker.
The Sun seems to be retreating.'

You are most observant.
And correct with your assessment.

Now...
Pass along the flashlights,
And rose colored glasses.
I have another fable to tell!

I'm going to call this one,
Myths and Avoidance!
It details...
How to interpret screams,
As sounds of joy and laughter.
It promises to be thrilling.
So keep your vomit bags prepared.
You are going to find this one,
Most delightful!