Jack's Dream

• Jack Fitzpatrick, Grade 6
• Poetry
• 2013

There I was, sitting there,
On my chair in the middle of no where,
When I saw little Tim,
And his brother Jim,
They started pulling faces while holding suitcases,
I started to laugh,
It made me barf,
While I giggled,
They madly wiggled,
Until they exploded,
Which left me bloated,
I suddenly felt lazy,
Every thing went hazy,
I woke up in my bed,
Next to big Ned,
And I said, “What a crazy mazy dream.”