Cheese Before Bedtime Poem by Phil Soar

Cheese Before Bedtime



Circling overhead, the Ghostly vision stretched my imagination
Was I dreaming?
I seemed so awake, it can not have been an apparition
What was I thinking?
My mother said I should not eat cheese before bed
Was she crazy?
No, I like to think it was a ghost and I was not alone
Except for my cheese on toast!

Thursday, September 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: nonsense,funny
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