Jeff Kyser Poet Rhyme

'dillo In the Bed

I heard a ‘dillo muttering,
a-traipsing and a-bungling.
I could not make out what he said,
a-chattering, a-sputtering.
He started rooting in the bed,
a-grubbing and a-burgling.
Then all at once, he up and fled,
a-prancing and a-scuttling.
Was glad to see him go.

Again! my pillow, rustling,
a-chattering, a-sputtering.
It filled me with a sense of dread,
a-shaking and a-shuddering.
And now he’s underneath my bed,
a-grubbing and a-burgling.
I woke, my heart a-fluttering,
a-racing and a-thundering.
I think I’ll read a book instead,
These dreams are weird, you know?

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Caren Krutsinger April 8, 2022 at 1:12 PM I like this so much "a-chattering, a-sputtering. He started rooting in the bed, a-grubbing and a-burgling."

L Milton Hankins April 8, 2022 at 9:56 AM Oh, this is delightful, Jeff. It would have been a fine addition to Eve's nursery rhyme and storybook for children. If you're not familiar with it, you might want to get a copy from Amazon to use with your grandchildren. It's Eve Roper's book.