Jack Prelutsky

(8 September 1940 / Brooklyn, New York)

Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens - Poem by Jack Prelutsky

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.


Comments about Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky

  • (10/3/2018 12:44:00 PM)


    Good keep it up (Report) Reply

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  • (9/21/2018 4:38:00 AM)


    this is real. he needs some milk (Report) Reply

  • Mohammed Asim Nehal (9/9/2018 11:40:00 PM)


    Fantastic poem.....loved it... chickens in deams n eggs in reality. (Report) Reply

  • (2/2/2018 9:05:00 AM)


    Very very funny poem.... (Report) Reply

  • (12/19/2017 11:13:00 AM)


    good poemkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjjooooooooooooooooo (Report) Reply

  • (11/16/2017 8:45:00 AM)


    My Favorite Poet Because Of Last night I Dreamed of Chickens (Report) Reply

  • Geeta Radhakrishna Menon (5/9/2017 11:52:00 AM)


    Very, very funny poem!
    Who would dream of chickens? That too., everywhere!
    On stomach, on pillow, on bed, on chairs and tables etc
    I would call it - Chicken - O - Mania!
    (Report) Reply

  • Pranab K Chakraborty (5/9/2017 10:59:00 AM)


    Dreaming is certainly the blessing of infinite soul. The poet is blessed. And at the same time, the satire is enough to portrait existing time, common people and state machinery. Common peoples really treated as the chicken by the hands of big bosses. Well played. Thanks. (Report) Reply

  • Rini Shibu (5/9/2017 7:37:00 AM)


    Haha funny poem, I liked it. (Report) Reply

  • Rajnish Manga (5/9/2017 4:20:00 AM)


    Thank God, it was a dream and not a reality. But the suspense about eggs remains. Thanks.
    there were chickens, chickens, chickens
    for as far as I could see... when I woke today, I noticed
    there were eggs on top of me.
    (Report) Reply

  • Muzahidul Reza (5/9/2017 4:03:00 AM)


    dream is concerned in life, no life is out of dream, excellent (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/9/2017 2:00:00 AM)


    As they raced about! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

  • Bernard F. Asuncion (5/9/2017 12:48:00 AM)


    Sometimes dreams come true...... thanks for posting..... (Report) Reply

  • Chinedu Dike (1/15/2017 10:13:00 PM)


    Absolute delight. (Report) Reply

  • (1/6/2017 2:13:00 PM)

    tom allport
    what came first the chickens or the eggs? (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2014 6:18:00 PM)


    There were eggs on top of me
    And this poem is,
    As cute as it can be
    (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2014 12:47:00 PM)


    I love poems like this, so filled with jocularity and innocence. I dearly enjoyed this and confess that most modern poetry appears as little more than jumbled words to me. I'm sure it's art to some but I prefer adverbs and nouns that actually go well together. Mr. Prelutsky's achievement here is not just the simplicity of his verse, but also the amazing rhythm that bounces off of the tongue.. Perhaps some of you who don't get it should try reading it aloud to hear the thumpity thump thump rhythm which is so reminiscent of Dr. Seuss in my opinion. (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2014 11:48:00 AM)


    Why would someone write a poem like this? (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2014 3:07:00 AM)


    I seldom click on a poem these days.
    It's not how it used to be
    with peace and quiet to read the lines.

    A monotone voice now, dead to me
    bla blas the lines from a musty grave
    and in the midst of it all, advertising;
    pulling and shoving my mind, ripping at
    my very being, like wild chickens.
    (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2014 2:53:00 AM)


    Poached or fried? ? ? Funny poem..a ten and thank you for the laugh..my dream obsession lately has been trains.. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003



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