The Climbing Vine

There was a vine that was colored red,

It was so tall it touched my head,

I climbed the vine that ran so high,

I was headed right towards the sky,

I climbed on a cloud that was shaped like a square,

The vine was 100 times longer than my hair,

Then the vine wrapped around my feet.



I felt the pitter-patter of people drumming a beat,

I felt like a drummer,

Beating their drum,

I beat the drum, Rum-a-tum-tum,

I was eager to enter the kingdom above.



In fact, I found a magical dove,

The dove was shaped like a hydroplane,

Then, I heard a choo-choo train,

It was headed toward a cloud as lout as thunder,

I thought the train wouldn't make it under!



I was right,

Or so I thought,

The train tied the cloud into a knot,

Then, with a great big boom,

The cloud burst, and I went zoom!



I slid down the vine, and started to fly,

As I bid farewell and descended from the sky,

Than I finally reached the ground,

But as I fell,

I didn't make a sound.



Then, I finally knew what's-up,

As my mother yelled "Get Up!"

Even though it didn't seem,

I knew that it was just a dream.

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