On those cold nights when you close your eyes tight-
The rain falls outside, the weather's a fright-
Right before you drift off and start to dream,
Whether you're a kid, old man, or a teen,
'The Giver of Dreams', a fairy all gold,
Comes to give you a gift, I have been told.
With a sprinkle of magic fairy dust,
She gives you what dreamers know is a must:
A night of wonder and granting wishes,
What would you like - to swim with the fishes?
For every soul, she does this all night,
From house to house, she is always in flight.
So tonight, I ask you one little thing;
Leave a note saying: "Thanks for what you bring."
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Poems from Who-Knows Where
PoetryThese poems were donations by anonymous source Who wrote works of words, for children, (of sorts) For you see, the subjects of these poems range near and far As some are quite lovely, and some are BIZARRE!
