Last night I dreamt words that I said
were birds! Some were blue; some were red.
so I needed to write.
Words I spoke would take flight
and then go over everyone’s head!
In my mouth the birds puffed out each cheek,
but I’d lose my words, were I to speak!
Then one zealous red bird,
(a most passionate word),
pecked inside of my mouth with its beak!
Words went flying away with that poke!
Where was paper to write? A cruel joke!!
By my bed was a pen.
I reached out for it. Then
I crashed onto the floor and awoke!
Humorous for Francine's Contest