Last night I had a crazy dream,
It seemed so vivid and so true;
And if you lend me your ear,
I will then tell my dream to you.
In my dream I was playing ball,
When towards me the ball did come;
I bounced up so fast to catch it,
I nearly bit in two my tongue.
I caught the ball and raised my hand,
I then flung quick it and let go;
But my arm went completely limp,
So I dropped it in a mud hole.
I then picked up the dripping ball,
It was dirty and soaking wet;
I then wiped it dry on my shirt,
I squeezed it and then I reset.
Next, I heard a lady’s voice scream,
I thought it was a crazy fan;
That’s when I suddenly woke up,
For my wife smacked me with her hand.
I was standing in our bathroom,
In my hand was a dripping shoe;
O, too late I then realized,
For I had dropped it in the stool.
So this doesn’t happen anymore,
I hide all shoes and lock the doors.
Written by Loyd C Taylor
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good one, Loyd. Dreams, no matter how ridiculous, always seem so real at the time. But, sounds like this one might have put a knot on your head. That's a lot of realism. Thanks, I really enjoyed reading this poem. Richard