Little Shelly Poem by Mosi Mustapha Gomina

I went to bed quite early
One sullen night in May
And dreamt of little Shelly
That I had met by day.


But in my dreams it spoke well
And did not bark at all
And so I asked-'little Shell,
how's it that you're this tall? '


But little Shell turned around
And bit my subtle butt
And when I fell to the ground
I woke up without hurt.


That's when I saw the villain
Playing in the new day
I shooed from my window pane
Until it ran away.


Since then I haven't seen him
And it girdles my gut
For when he comes to my dreams,
I kick his little butt.