Poem: Fever Dreams

I wrote the poem below while thinking of the odd but enjoyable dreams I've had when I've gone to bed slightly feverish from too long in the sun.

FEVER DREAMS

By Karen Ashley Greenstone

When my temperature is one hundred and three,

These are some things I like to see.

Sometimes I like to hallucinate

Of mice who mate,

Or snakes who skate,

Or a hippo with a curly pate

Who ambles along at a clumsy gait

To the watering hole where she likes to wait.

And then at times I like to dream

Of live ice cream,

Or a dancing scream,

Or a traveling team

Of mad moonbeams

That fill the heavens with crazy gleams

Till all the planets start to steam.

At other times my thoughts will turn

To the arctic worm

Who has to squirm

Through tons and tons of snow packed firm,

Or even to the tropical germ

Who aims to infect the epiderm

Of the mighty majestic pachyderm.

And finally my mind will swirl.

Then acrobats whirl

With lips that curl

And hands that hurl

Pink flying squirrels

At tap-dancing girls

Who are all named Merl.

These thoughts all pounce

As my fever mounts

Until I have reams

Of fever dreams

And hallucinations

To stun the nations.