A poem I wrote based on a dream from the night before. I'm not much of a poet, but I try.
"I had a dream that came true," he said, aloud.
"Tell me, what happened?" Inquired a passerby.
Wandering through some woods, I came upon a pond.
In that pond was the most bizarre fish I'd ever seen.
Big, swimming with four flippers, and beady black eyes.
They were on stalks in front of his face.
It was yellow with blue stripes.
"What a strange fish, indeed.
Then what happened?"
It crawled out of the pond and it spoke.
"Do you know what it said?"
"Not a clue."
It said, 'You must try to meet new people.'
"So, how is this a dream that came true?"
"I'm standing here talking to you."