A blogger once jokingly asked me if I wrote poems in my sleep. I laughed, but darn. I’m writing poetry in my sleep now! Very early this morning, I was having a dream where for some reason, a woman told a man that he was the king of beer. He countered with this poem. I actually woke up in order to write it down. Crazy.
If I am the king of beers, I know you are the queen.
For you have the loveliest glass that I’ve ever seen!
Just because one writes poetry in their sleep it doesn’t mean it has to be the stuff of dreams. (If you don’t understand the title, you must be younger than I am.) First, go to this URL: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1yHsoW6CTjM Then if you want more, go to the screen below.