The Wild Adventure


In the night I strolled down into the deep
Where the wind doesn’t whistle and the dark things sleep
And aside from the stream’s occasional boom,
All things were silence and stillness and gloom.

What took me to that terrible spot,
Confused me greatly then, and will until I rot.
Whatever the case, I was giddy with glee,
Though my mind told me it was time to flee.

This was an adventure, brimming with fun.
Then I saw a man, aiming at me with a gun.
He shot me three times in the back as I fled.
I quickly woke up in my queen-sized bed.

It certainly was a pretty bad dream,
Brought on by my obsession with chocolate ice cream,
Which I had consumed on the previous night,
Spoonful by spoonful and bite after bite.

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This idea came to me after a similar dream I had, following a lot of ice cream.