Daily Poem; SWEET DREAMS.

Byline: Martin Brown

I WAS lying in a crinkly bag, when, much to my alarm, A jelly baby peered inside and grabbed me by the arm.

It pulled me up from out the bag, and with a sickly sound, Dipped me in a sugar bowl, and passed me all around Some gaudy, coloured substances of every size and shape; I screamed - oh, how I shouted out, and struggled to escape!

I sensed my captors laughing at my feeble little squeals, And shivered as I heard them say "He now knows how it feels To be handled and selected as a tiny sugared treat, And kept inside a goodie bag, as something nice to eat!"

I found myself being lifted up and stuffed down deep inside The gullet of a lemon drop, and felt that I'd just died.

I woke up in a heavy sweat, as one about to scream, Confiding in my loving wife, I told her of my dream.

I was hoping for some sympathy, but she just yawned and said: "Don't eat so many sweets, you fool, before you come to bed!"

Martin Brown,

Allesley Park