Late Night Nonsense

A Bedtime Poem

To bed, to bed, to bed she said.
To sleep, to sleep, to sleep he screeched.
To dream, to dream, to dream they screamed.
And off they went to bed to sleep to dream of songs beneath the sheets,
to dance and laugh to fly and fall, to paint red fish and climb tall walls,
to spell in numbers and add up words, to make more sense of nonsense birds,
to chase a bandit through the trees, to dress up dinosaurs in fancy tees,
to meet sad ladies and cheery lads, to ride an elephant through baghdad,
all foresaken under heavy lids where adults find freedom being kids.

copyright SA Paige Barnett 2010


That's all she wrote:
i carry you in my pocket in a locket i'm a frog how i love you isn't it telling this is ridiculous oh sleep woe take me away