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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens

Jack Prelutsky
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
Library Staff
Why I chose this poem: 

I love this poem because it's silly and I feel this way a lot of the time - chaos and demands surrounding me - but the end result turns out fine, like a pleasant egg.

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