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Jack Prelutsky

(8 September 1940 / Brooklyn, New York)

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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens


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.

Submitted: Monday, January 20, 2003

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  • Rookie - 866 Points John Richter (10/7/2014 12:47:00 PM)

    I love poems like this, so filled with jocularity and innocence. I dearly enjoyed this and confess that most modern poetry appears as little more than jumbled words to me. I'm sure it's art to some but I prefer adverbs and nouns that actually go well together. Mr. Prelutsky's achievement here is not just the simplicity of his verse, but also the amazing rhythm that bounces off of the tongue.. Perhaps some of you who don't get it should try reading it aloud to hear the thumpity thump thump rhythm which is so reminiscent of Dr. Seuss in my opinion. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 21 Points Alistair Graham (10/7/2014 3:07:00 AM)

    I seldom click on a poem these days.
    It's not how it used to be
    with peace and quiet to read the lines.

    A monotone voice now, dead to me
    bla blas the lines from a musty grave
    and in the midst of it all, advertising;
    pulling and shoving my mind, ripping at
    my very being, like wild chickens. (Report) Reply

  • Veteran Poet - 2,680 Points Terry Craddock (10/7/2014 1:02:00 AM)

    After a chicken brained night like that, it would have to be scrambled eggs or omelettes for breakfast lunch and tea. (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,008 Points Frank Avon (10/7/2014 12:50:00 AM)

    Interesting poem by a poet who writes for children. Not quite up to Shel Silverstein IMO, but one of the most popular poets among young readers. The best children's poet of recent years, I think, is Valerie Worth, All the Small Things and Fourteen More (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,774 Points * Sunprincess * (4/5/2014 7:51:00 PM)

    .......love these lines...gave me a big smile...I could actually picture eggs on top of you....
    ~for as far as I could see...
    when I woke today, I noticed
    there were eggs on top of me. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 21 Points Alistair Graham (10/7/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    Maybe Jack is moving
    in his mind,
    away from flesh,
    imprisonment,
    illness,
    cruelty,
    slaughter,
    towards vegetarianism (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Natasha Zeb (1/20/2012 10:11:00 PM)

    adding to Milti Symeonoglou's assessment,
    the eggs might symbolize that after such dreams one definitely has time enough to avert a future tragedy, if used wisely. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Rita Cerniglia (3/13/2010 3:09:00 PM)

    Were you visiting Arkansas when you dreamt of chickens, I wonder? Being the 'chicken capitol' (thanks to Tyson) I often dream of chickens and see eggs first thing in the morning too. Thanks for sharing your charming wit, it makes me smile. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Ewa Espling (8/21/2009 2:06:00 PM)

    what is a dream and what is real....... we all live in our own dream world.... its so amazing







    who can tell what is a dream or not... we all live in our own dreamworld...its a lovely lovely poem.... (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Dylan Oppedahl (7/14/2009 2:23:00 PM)

    Some poems do have a hidden meaning. But don't think this one does. I think it was meant to make people smile. Poems like these are never really accepted as masterpieces because they aren't depressing. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Milti Symeonoglou (1/15/2009 10:08:00 PM)

    I could be wrong but i think it means that whoever is dreaming sees a ton of problems in every part of his house (figurative-the world) but when he wakes up he sees the eggs (the starting signs of the problems to come/Or it could be that he sees the aftermath of the world's problems and has a small waiting period in between two large catastrophes.) (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Haleemah Mcmillan (1/15/2009 12:33:00 PM)

    hmm... this poem is crazy.. i dont understand the meaning of it, but i must admit its funny as ever, the ending did have me laughing but overall its okay (Report) Reply

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