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,
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Comments about Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky

  • 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!
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  • 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 Jerry (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.
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  • 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

  • Robert Murray Smith (4/17/2017 7:14:00 AM)


    Not funny because he could have cracked a yolk. (Report) Reply

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


    Absolute delight. (Report) Reply

  • Tom Allport (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
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  • (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.
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  • (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

  • Terry Craddock (10/7/2014 1:02:00 AM)


    After a chicken brained night like that, it would have to be scrambled eggs or omelettes for breakfast lunch and tea. (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2014 12:50:00 AM)


    Interesting poem by a poet who writes for children. Not quite up to Shel Silverstein IMO, but one of the most popular poets among young readers. The best children's poet of recent years, I think, is Valerie Worth, All the Small Things and Fourteen More (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2013 1:51:00 PM)


    I love almost ALL of Jack Prelutsky's poems! This is a funny one I love! : d Lovei t! (Report) Reply

  • (10/7/2013 3:26:00 AM)


    Maybe Jack is moving
    in his mind,
    away from flesh,
    imprisonment,
    illness,
    cruelty,
    slaughter,
    towards vegetarianism
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  • Jayne Davies (10/7/2013 12:31:00 AM)


    Very funny and quirky poem, I love it! (Report) Reply



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