My Dream - Poem by Ibekwe chisom
It all happened in a day, but it seems like a year,
and the story of the monstrous lair began,
the storm came with it's might,
and i was about to take my flight,
oh! , i cant miss you dear Anna,
and i thought that the fairy cocks has lost their manners.
The monstrous lark went souring high,
but all said it was a lie,
did little Mary pricked out her eye? ,
oh! , dont ask me why,
Was dear father under a spell? ,
the vicar couldnt tell.
Was this the rapture? ,
but i needed more photos to capture,
oh! , tricky horns,
i got to tell mum,
and there came a humm behind the door,
i was griped with fear,
the trees were asleep,
and that made it so real.
It was like a rebellion,
and i saw many batallion,
there came a cock checking the clock,
and all was ready with fork,
and i saw a board that say's'you shouldnt it us',
i remembered the fat cock for christmas,
and that made it worse.
Was this a dream? ,
and i though it was my last dream,
the old sherif was running down the streets,
and there came a lot of fleet,
i went down to see,
but there was many crowd with seats,
'what was going on', i asked,
oh! , it was the quiditch match,
and all happend in March,
but it was all a dream.
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