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How Do Children Sleep At Night

It's a wonder young children still turn out all right With the stuff that gets crammed in their heads every night. Things like visions of sugar plum fairies and sprites, Or a thousand tales of Arabian delights, A frog who turns prince with a kiss from a lass, A girl who goes dancing in slippers of glass, A cow that gets high and jumps over the moon, A crockery dish that elopes with a spoon, A boy who can fly but refuses to grow, A difficult girl who plants maids in a row, A magician who wants to trade old lamps for new, A woman so poor she must live in a shoe, A waif who sells matches out in the cold, A king who can touch things and turn them to gold, A dog, an old woman, a cupboard that's bare, A girl locked in a tower, a ladder of hair, A magical wheel that spins gold out of straw, A guy helps a lion with a thorn in its paw, A girl wearing red visits grandma who's resting, Finds a wolf in her nightdress and Granny digesting, Three kids and a wardrobe, three men share a tub, A brave tailor kills seven mean flies with a club, An archer makes merry with men in the woods While relieving the rich of their money and goods, Kind huntsman, fair princess, a vain evil queen, Seven dwarves, and a prince who gets caught in between, Hateful fairy, a baby, a hundred-year snit 'cause her name's accidentally left off a guest list, A piper who lures out of town rodent varmints, An emperor with new but invisible garments, A farmer's wife butchers three handicapped mice, A house drops on top of a witch who's not nice, While another with gingerbread children seduces Then gets baked by some twins in her own savory juices, A giant and a beanstalk, a cat who wears boots, A wolf who's outfoxed by three pigs in cahoots, A bad little boy who sticks fingers in pies, And another of wood whose nose grows when he lies. There are others, of course, far too many to mention, But I hope these will serve to excite some attention. With stories like these knocking 'round in their heads, It's no wonder if kids toss and turn in their beds. Yet throughout countless ages these stories survive, Kids listen, and dream them, and still wake up alive, No worse for having been charmed or affrighted, Imaginations are stoked, little minds are ignited, And continue to hold them in dear veneration As they pass them along to the next generation.

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Date: 8/19/2022 4:53:00 PM
Great poem and a fun read. You certainly packed in plenty of examples. Liked the flow too.
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/20/2022 10:17:00 AM
Thank you, John. Glad you stopped by.
Date: 8/16/2022 1:45:00 PM
all i can say about this poem, jim, is - i wish i had written it! just brilliant!
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Jim Slaughter
Date: 8/16/2022 2:02:00 PM
Thank you, Ilene. Maybe you will one day.

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