I had a dream; I was standing on a private jet.
A little plane to fly in with my purring pet.
I had a cup of tea, right beside my knee.
Flying up high speedily with buzzing bees
Into a deep, vast, and wild jungle
The vines looked like big, long spaghetti bundles.
Thorns spiking me like a pin,
Mud slipping and sliding like a banana skin!
I felt so much like a great explorer.
My colourful pet, I completely adore her.
We zoomed back into the sky like a racing car.
Past the galaxy, the moon and lots of beautiful stars
The sky looked like loads of whipped cream.
When I woke up, I realized it was all a dream.
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nice poem!
What a wonderful, imaginative, descriptive poem. Brilliant use of language! Reading it, I felt like I was with you on your dream journey!
Very well done Jay!
Beautifully crafted and great piece of creativity…we’ll done Jay😍