Last Night I Dreamed Of Chickens

Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.

They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.

by Jack Prelutsky

Comments (36)

Very very funny poem....
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My Favorite Poet Because Of Last night I Dreamed of Chickens
Very, very funny poem! Who would dream of chickens? That too., everywhere! On stomach, on pillow, on bed, on chairs and tables etc I would call it - Chicken - O - Mania!
Dreaming is certainly the blessing of infinite soul. The poet is blessed. And at the same time, the satire is enough to portrait existing time, common people and state machinery. Common peoples really treated as the chicken by the hands of big bosses. Well played. Thanks.
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