Bedtime Story Ii Poem by robert dickerson

Oh, happy ending!
how nice it all was, and interesting
after the antiseptic whiff
got in his nose, his hair
he sank back on the pillow-
it made him drowsy, like an anesthetic.
There was nothing to do but fall asleep
The never before told tale
told before all other tales told.
'This is the way things are, you know'.
and he believed her,
thinking the story grand.

He believed her. After all, she was the Mom
the one who says 'do this, do that'.
Stories are for kids.
Later he would learn to say
by scientific observation, deft and precise,
'Outcome is all'.
But for now there was only sleep
and the delightful dream of the tale.