Falling Poem by Jonathan Andrews

Once I dreamt that,
As I dreamt, I fell.
And hit a mat--
A mat it was, as I could tell--
And as I dreamt,
I dreamt there was a boar.
His hair unkempt,
And at me he did soar.
I ran at such a run
That, I must say,
I passed the sun
As I went on my way.
And while I slept,
I suddenly perceived
The boar, he leapt,
And at my heels he seethed.
I, all but caught,
I ran and ran and tripped,
And he, quicker than thought,
Up to my side he slipped.
And then I roused,
And learned on the double:
In school I was housed,
And now I was in trouble.