Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens by Jack Prelutsky

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.

 

I like this poem because it is amusing and funny. The author is describing his dream, where chickens are everywhere in his room and on his bed. He creates great imagery, by describing the chaos going on as the chickens are on the chandeliers, roosting in the corners, and nesting in his hair. He also uses repetition, starting off most lines with "they were" or "there were". We find out however, that the chickens might not have just been a figment of the author's imagination. In the last line, the author wakes up to find eggs on top of him. I think it is clever how the author reveals this in the final line. This leaves the reader questioning whether this craziness was a dream, or if it really happened.